Life begins perpetually. Gathered together at last under the leadership of man, the student-teacher of the universe: unified, disciplined, armed with the secret powers of the atom, and with knowledge as yet beyond dreaming, Life, forever dying to be born afresh, forever young and eager, will presently stand upon this earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.
When the history of our civilization is written, it will be a biological history and Margaret Sanger will be its heroine.
Kipps was unprepared for the unpleasant truth; that the path of social advancement is and must be strewn with broken friendships.
The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.
Man is the unnatural animal, the rebel child of nature, and more and more does he turn himself against the harsh and fitful hand that reared him.
Thought has made me shameless. It does not matter at last at all if one is a little harsh or indelicate or ridiculous if that also is in the mystery of things.
On the supposition that the world is to go on divided among aggressive sovereign states, with phases of war preparation known as peace and acute phases of more and more destructive war, it is quite a good move in the game. On the supposition that the world is growing up to an age of reason, and that a world of civilisation is attainable, it is a monstrous crime.
Biologically the species is the accumulation of the experiments of all its successful individuals since the beginning.
The Boss: You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.