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.

When you were a tadpole, and I was a fish,
In the Palaeozoic time,
And side by read more

When you were a tadpole, and I was a fish,
In the Palaeozoic time,
And side by side in the sluggish tide
We sprawled in the ooze and slime.

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.

The stream of tendency in which all things seek to fulfill the
law of their being.

The stream of tendency in which all things seek to fulfill the
law of their being.

Pouter, tumbler, and fantail are from the same source;
The racer and hack may be traced to one Horse;
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Pouter, tumbler, and fantail are from the same source;
The racer and hack may be traced to one Horse;
So men were developed from monkeys of course,
Which nobody can deny.

Or ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a read more

Or ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a king in Babylon
And you were a Christian slave.

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.

This survival of the fittest, which I have here sought to express
in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. read more

This survival of the fittest, which I have here sought to express
in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called "natural
selection, or the preservation of favoured races in the struggle
for life."

We seem to exist in a hazardous time,
Driftin' along here through space;
Nobody knows just when read more

We seem to exist in a hazardous time,
Driftin' along here through space;
Nobody knows just when we begun,
Or how fur we've gone in the race.