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Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data, And Only A Collector, And Am Likely To Be Gross And Miserly, Piling Up Notes, Pleased With Merely Numerically Adding To My Stores. Other Times I Have Joys, When Unexpectedly Coming Upon An Outrageous Story That May Not Be Altogether A Lie, Or Upon A Macabre Little Thing That May Make Some Reviewer Of My More Or Less Good Works Mad. But Always There Is Present A Feeling Of Unexplained Relations Of Events That I Note, And It Is This Far-away, Haunting, Or Often Taunting, Awareness, Or Suspicion, That Keeps Me Piling On.

Every Science Is A Mutilated Octopus. If Its Tentacles Were Not Clipped To Stumps, It Would Feel Its Way Into Disturbing Contacts.

I Have Taken The Stand That Nobody Can Be Always Wrong, But It Does Seem To Me That I Have Approximated So Highly That I Am Nothing Short Of A Negative Genius.

The Fittest Survive. What Is Meant By The Fittest? Not The Strongest; Not The Cleverest - Weakness And Stupidity Everywhere Survive. There Is No Way Of Determining Fitness Except In That A Thing Does Survive. 'fitness,' Then, Is Only Another Name For 'survival.' Darwinism: That Survivors Survive.