And Hail Their Queen, Fair Regent Of

Free Will Is To Mind What Chance Is To Matter.

What Can Be More Curious Than That The Hand Of A Man, Formed For Grasping, That Of A Mole For Digging, The Leg Of The Horse, The Paddle Of The Porpoise, And The Wing Of The Bat, Should All Be Constructed On The Same Pattern?

I Ought, Or I Ought Not, Constitute The Whole Of Morality.

We Are Always Slow In Admitting Any Great Change Of Which We Do Not See The Intermediate Steps

The Impossibility Of Conceiving That This Grand And Wondrous Universe, With Our Conscious Selves, Arose Through Chance, Seems To Me The Chief Argument For 
the Existence Of God.