Time Is Lord Of Thee:

But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through That Which Might Have Been.

Nothing Can Be More Obvious Than That All Animals Were Created Solely And Exclusively For The Use Of Man.

But Though First Love's Impassioned Blindness Has Passed Away In Colder Light, I Still Have Thought Of You With Kindness, And Shall Do, Till Our Last Goodnight. The Ever-rolling Silent Hours Will Bring A Time We Shall Not Know, When Our Young Days Of Gathering Flowers Will Be An Hundred Years Ago.

The Waste Of Plenty Is The Resource Of Scarcity.

I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.