Alfred Russel Wallace: Letters and Reminiscences, Volume 1

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Page 26 - Nature: no one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body.
Page 406 - WILL my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in your deeps and heights ? Must my day be dark by reason, O ye Heavens, of your boundless nights, Rush of Suns, and roll of systems, and your fiery clash of meteorites...
Page 197 - I hope you have not murdered too completely your own and my child.
Page 105 - On the tendency of varieties to depart indefinitely from the original type;" and this essay contained exactly the same theory as mine.* Mr.
Page vii - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 27 - It then first dawned on me that I might perhaps write a book on the geology of the various countries visited, and this made me thrill with delight. That was a memorable hour to me, and how distinctly I can call to mind the low cliff of lava beneath which I rested, with the sun glaring hot, a few strange desert plants growing near, and with living corals in the tidal pouls at my feet.
Page 72 - There are not many joys in human life equal to the joy of the sudden birth of a generalization, illuminating the mind after a long period of patient research.
Page 148 - MY DEAR WALLACE, — Bates was quite right ; you are the man to apply to in a difficulty. I never heard anything more ingenious than your suggestion,* and I hope you may be able to prove it true.
Page 263 - I grieve to differ from you, and it actually terrifies me and makes me constantly distrust myself. I fear we shall never quite understand each other.
Page 11 - I went to this day-school my taste for natural history, and more especially for collecting, was well developed. I tried to make out the names of plants, and collected all sorts of things, shells, seals, franks, coins, and minerals. The passion for collecting which leads a man to be a systematic naturalist, a virtuoso, or a miser, was very strong in me, and was clearly innate, as none of my sisters or brother ever had this taste.

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