Said the little Eohippus,
"I am going to be a horse,
And on my middle fingernails
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Said the little Eohippus,
"I am going to be a horse,
And on my middle fingernails
To run my earthly course!
. . . .
I'm going to have a flowing tail!
I'm going to have a mane!
I'm going to stand fourteen hands high
On the Psychozoic plain!"

The rise of every man he loved to trace,
Up to the very pod O!
And, in read more

The rise of every man he loved to trace,
Up to the very pod O!
And, in baboons, our parent race
Was found by old Monboddo.
Their A, B, C, he made them speak,
And learn their qui, quae, quod, O!
Till Hebrew, Latin, Welsh, and Greek
They knew as well's Monboddo!

The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of the Survival
of the Fittest is more accurate, and is read more

The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of the Survival
of the Fittest is more accurate, and is sometimes equally
convenient.

Promise yourself to live your life as a revolution and not just a process of evolution.

Promise yourself to live your life as a revolution and not just a process of evolution.

A mighty stream of tendency.

A mighty stream of tendency.

Civilization is a progress from an indefinite, incoherent
homogeneity toward a definite, coherent heterogeneity.

Civilization is a progress from an indefinite, incoherent
homogeneity toward a definite, coherent heterogeneity.

You ever noticed how people who believe in Creationism look really unevolved? You ever noticed that? Eyes real close together, read more

You ever noticed how people who believe in Creationism look really unevolved? You ever noticed that? Eyes real close together, eyebrow ridges, big furry hands and feet. "I believe God created me in one day" Yeah, looks like He rushed it.

And hear the mighty stream of tendency
Uttering, for elevation of our thought,
A clear sonorous voice, read more

And hear the mighty stream of tendency
Uttering, for elevation of our thought,
A clear sonorous voice, inaudible
To the vast multitude.

Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm,
Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form:
Mounts from her read more

Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm,
Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form:
Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame,
And soars and shines, another and the same.