If a single cell, under appropriate conditions, becomes a man in the space of a few years, there can surely be no difficulty in understanding how, under appropriate conditions, a cell may, in the course of untold millions of years, give origin to the human race.1
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the roseeasily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.
When youth as lord of my unchallenged fate,2 And time seemed but the vassal of my will, I entertained certain guests of state The great of older days.
On a Boys first Reading of King Henry V.
Note 1. Tennyson: Maud. As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man. [back]