Evolved Novelties Quotes & Sayings

The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with. — William Faulkner

Our dreams disturb us because they refuse to pander to our fondest notions of ourselves. The closer one looks, the more they seem to insist upon a challenging proposition: You must live truthfully. Right now. And always. Few forces in life present, with an equal sense of inevitability, the bare-knuckle facts of who we are, and the demands of what we might become. — Marc Ian Barasch

Washburn has reported that infant baboons and other young primates appear to be born with only three inborn fears -of falling, snakes, and the dark-corresponding respectively to the dangers posed by
Newtonian gravitation to tree-dwellers, by our ancient enemies the reptiles, and by mammalian nocturnal predators, which must have been particularly terrifying for the visually oriented primates. — Carl Sagan

The door closed behind them. They climbed out of the earth; and, still climbing, rose above it. They were in the rainbow. Far abroad, over ocean and land, they could see through its transparent walls the earth beneath their feet. Stairs beside stairs wound up together, and beautiful beings of all ages climbed along with them.
They knew that they were going up to the country whence the shadows fall.
And by this time I think they must have got there. — George MacDonald

Let us be kinder to one another. — Aldous Huxley

The living world is not a single array ... connected by unbroken series of intergrades. — Theodosius Dobzhansky

Blame no one. Expect nothing. Do something. — Bill Parcells

The more intelligent our children, the better our lives and the richer our culture will be. — Jacque Fresco

You can be a lender who wants to compete and have a better product, but you just can't get to the students. The schools are controlling the access to the students. — Andrew Cuomo

Fail not in this charge at your peril. — David Weber

What a risk, Reuben thought. I could easily hit him over the head and rob the church of its gold candlesticks. He wondered how often Jim had done this kind of thing, or why Jim's life was such a round of sacrifice and exhausting work, how it was Jim could ladle up soup and corned beef hash every day for people who so often let him down, or go through the same ritual every morning at the altar, as if it really was a miracle when he consecrated the bread and wine and gave out "the Body of Christ" in tiny white wafers. — Anne Rice

The leaves of his albums were masterpieces. The colors! And the way in which they ranged across the page, each one a dab from the palette of a Turner. They began, of course, with the black issues of 1840. But soon the black warms to brown, the brown to red, the red to orange, the orange to bright carmine; on to indigo, and Venetian red - a bright blossoming of color, as if to paint the bursting into bloom of the Empire itself. There's glory for you! — Alan Bradley