Quotes About Adaptation

Criminal investigation has been loosely compared to many things, including the putting together of a jigsaw puzzle. It is seldom that simple. The pieces of such a puzzle are of a fixed shape, immutable. Men and women change shape when touched.

Maybe there's no such thing as happily ever after. Maybe okay for now is the best you get.

If men were necessary in the procreation process, they'd have gone the way of the dodo bird long ago.

We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.

If you can\'t do what you want, do what you can.

The old customs are dead, and we keep trying on new ones, like badly fitting clothes.

I think 99 percent of women's lib comes from technology making different kinds of lives possible, and then the social adjustment follows the technology - it doesn't precede it.

A tactical retreat is not a bad response to a surprise assault, you know. First you survive. Then you choose your own ground. Then you counterattack.

In all my years of coaching, I have never been successful using somebody else's play.

Man is man because he chanced to develop intelligence instead of instinct; otherwise he would to this day have remained among the anthropoid apes. He has turned away from nature, become unnatural, as it were, disliked the earth upon which he found himself, and changed the face of it somewhat to his liking.

Our ape-like and arboreal ancestors entered upon the first of many short cuts. To crack a marrow-bone with a rock was the act which fathered the tool, and between the cracking of a marrow-bone and the riding down town in an automobile lies only a difference of degree.

The church always arrives on the scene a little breathless and a little late.

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining, is to let it rain.

Truths that startled the generation in which they were first announced become in the next age the commonplaces of conversation; as the famous airs of operas which thrilled the first audiences come to be played on hand-organs in the streets.

Belle turned around. She looked down at her hands, hardened with work. They might have been city hands once, but they weren't anymore, and they never would be again, no matter how much cream she slathered on them. She'd made a place for herself.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is the truth to be got at.

Die Bedürfnisse der menschlichen Ernährung sind genauso von der Umgebung bestimmt worden wie die von Löwen, exotischen Affen und Tropenfischen. Unsere Gattung ist genetisch gut an die Nahrungsmittel und Nahrungssorten angepasst, die wir in unserer ursprünglichen und natürlichen ökologischen Nische üblicherweise vorgefunden haben.

We are all potential fossils still carrying within our bodies the crudities of former existences, the marks of a world in which living creatures flow with little more consistency than clouds from age to age.

If one could run the story of that first human group like a speeded-up motion picture through a million years of time, one might see the stone in the hand change to the flint ax and the torch.

Great minds have always seen it. That is why man has survived his journey this long. When we fail to wish any longer to be otherwise than what we are, we will have ceased to evolve. Evolution has to be lived forward. I say this as one who has stood above the bones of much that has vanished, and at midnight has examined his own face.

I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered field. I have lived to see this episode repeated in a thousand guises, and since I have spent a large portion of my life in the shade of a nonexistent tree I think I am entitled to speak for the field mouse.

It is conceivable that in principle man's motor through-ways resemble the slime trails along which are drawn the gathering mucors that erect the spore palaces, that man's cities are only the ephemeral moment of his spawning--that he must descend upon the orchard of far worlds or die.