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What Wretched Doings Come From The Ardor Of Fame; The Love Of Truth Alone Would Never Make One Man Attack Another Bitterly.

As Buds Give Rise By Growth To Fresh Buds, And These, If Vigorous, Branch Out And Overtop On All Sides Many A Feebler Branch, So By Generation I Believe It Has Been With The Great Tree Of Life, Which Fills With Its Dead And Broken Branches The Crust Of The Earth, And Covers The Surface With Its Ever Branching And Beautiful Ramifications.

I Agree With Agassiz That Dogs Possess Something Very Like Conscience.

I Am Turned Into A Sort Of Machine For Observing Facts And Grinding Out Conclusions.

The Survival Or Preservation Of Certain Favoured Words In The Struggle For Existence Is Natural Selection.