Quotes About Adaptation

A new broom sweeps clean but the old broom knows the corners.

Humans have an odd ecology.

Modern man is the missing link between apes and human beings.

He could eat anything, no matter how loathsome or indigestible; and, once eaten, the juices of his stomach extracted the last least particle of nutriment; and his blood carried it to the farthest reaches of his body, building it into the toughest and stoutest of tissues.

He had learned to get along without her. Her meaning was forgotten. There was no place for her in his scheme of things, as there was no place for him in hers.

When the unexpected does happen, however, and when it is of sufficiently grave import, the unfit perish. They do not see what is not obvious, are unable to do the unexpected, are incapable of adjusting their well-grooved lives to other and strange grooves. In short, when they come to the end of their own groove, they die.

No matter how breathless the air when he dug his nest by tree or bank, the wind the later blew inevitably found him to leeward, sheltered and snug

El universo ha sido aniquilado, conmocionado hasta su destrucción; pero el hombre sigue siendo el mismo...

Such was the lesson that was quickly borne in upon him. It came hard, going as it did, counter to much that was strong and dominant in his own nature; and, while he disliked it in the learning of it, unknown to himself he was learning to like it. It was a placing of his destiny in another's hands, a shifting of the responsibilities of existence. This in itself was compensation, for it is always easier to lean upon another than to stand alone.

Not only did they not know how to work dogs, but they did not know how to work themselves.

All life likes power, and Beauty Smith was no exception. Denied the expression of power amongst his own kind, he fell back upon the lesser creatures and there vindicated the life that was in him. But Beauty Smith had not created himself, and no blame was to be attached to him. He had come into the world with a twisted body and a brute intelligence. This had constituted the clay of him, and it had not been kindly moulded by the world.

la vida resulta dichosa cuando se toma como viene.

Al desierto no suele gustarle el movimiento. Toma como una ofensa la vida, porque vida es movimiento, y él tiende siempre a destruirlo.

A shout from Francois hailed his appearance. "Wot I say?" the dog-driver cried to Perrault. "Dat Buck for sure learn queek as anyt'ing.

Noa Noah shook his head and grinned. "He no savvee me Tahitian," he explained.  "He savvee me wear pants all the same white man." "You'll have to give him a course in 'Sartor Resartus,'" Sheldon laughed, as he came down and began to make friends with Satan. It chanced just then that Adamu Adam and Matauare, two of Joan's

Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud..... He sniffed it curiously, then licked some up on his tongue. It bit like fire, and the next instant was gone. This puzzled him. He tried it again, with the same result. The onlookers laughed uproariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew not why, for it was his first snow.

You forget how I talked when you first met me. I have learned a new language since then. Before that time I talked as that girl talks. Now I can manage to make myself understood sufficiently in your language to explain that you do not know that other girl's language.

La raza humana está destinada a internarse más y más en la noche de los tiempos primitivos, hasta que vuelva a empezar su sangrante marcha hacia la nueva civilización.

Tides are like politics. They come and go with a great deal of fuss and noise, but inevitably they leave the beach just as they found it. On those few occasions when major change does occur, it is rarely a good news.

We lost the wild bit by bit for ten thousand years and forgave each loss and then forgot.

I live in a constant flux; I am unable to make fixed plans.

I am a practical man, I try to control the shape of the 'nows' which lie in the offing, instead of submitting to them as they occur.

War for the nomadic people was a sort of production.

She lived in an environment that few people in the world have ever been able to survive. What knowledge did she have that made that possible? How did she survive for so long in a place that would kill most of us within days? Soon after my visit the old woman died, and now we may never know.