Quotations by Lewis Thomas
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Born: Tuesday, November 25, 1913
Died: Friday, December 3, 1993 (80 years old)
Human language... prevents us from sticking to the matter at hand.
If you want to use a cliche you must take full responsibility for it yourself and not try to fob it off on anon., or on society.
(Keywords: Society, Responsibility, Want)
It hurts the spirit, somehow, to read the word environments, when the plural means that there are so many alternatives there to be sorted through, as in a market, and voted on.
(Keywords: Spirit, Word)
It is from the progeny of this parent cell that we all take our looks; we still share genes around, and the resemblance of the enzymes of grasses to those of whales is in fact a family resemblance.
(Keywords: Family, Fact)
Music is the effort we make to explain to ourselves how our brains work. We listen to Bach transfixed because this is listening to a human mind.
(Keywords: Music, Work, Effort, Listening, Mind)
Sometimes you get a glimpse of a semicolon coming, a few lines farther on, and it is like climbing a steep path through woods and seeing a wooden bench just at a bend in the road ahead, a place where you can expect to sit for a moment, catching your breath.
The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.
(Keywords: Poetry, Science, Control, Growth, Computer, Engineering, Flowers, Worry)
The great secret of doctors, known only to their wives, but still hidden from the public, is that most things get better by themselves; most things, in fact, are better in the morning.
(Keywords: Doctors, Fact, Public, Wives)
We are built to make mistakes, coded for error.
(Keywords: Error, Mistakes)
We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take in the idea of dying, unable to sit still.
(Keywords: Idea, Discontent, Dying, Earth, Future, Present, Worry)
We leave traces of ourselves wherever we go, on whatever we touch.