Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to re >>
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. >>
Humility is indeed beatness, a compulsory virtue that no one exhibits >>
Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not w >>
That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the an >>
As a thinker and planner the ant is the equal of any savage race of me >>
Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede I have ever seen? And here is my good big centipede! If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race.