Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
Mark TwainRead
It now seems plain to me that that theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one...the Descent of Man from the Higher Animals.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the need to revise outdated theories in light of new evidence and perspectives.
Mark Twain reflects on the evolution of thought, suggesting that older notions may become obsolete as new insights come to light. His assertion about the 'Descent of Man from the Higher Animals' captures a key aspect of evolutionary theory, inviting a reconsideration of how we view human origins in relation to the animal kingdom.
In practice
In a discussion about scientific advancement, I shared this quote to illustrate the importance of adapting our understanding.
Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
The easy part of being an artist is figuring out the message that everyone else is ready to hear. The hard part is waiting for the proper lull to make the announcement.
You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.
To be good is noble; but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble.
Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident.
In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
In all ages the people have honored those who dishonored them. They have worshiped their destroyers; they have canonized the most gigantic liars, and buried the great thieves in marble and gold. Under the loftiest monuments sleeps the dust of murder.
I am gay on the outside, especially among my own folk (I count Poles my own); but inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness.
We haven't yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.
We view things not only from different sides, but with different eyes; we have no wish to find them alike.
A junky runs on junk time. When the junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do is hang on and wait for non-junky time to start. A sick junky has no escape from external time, no place to go. He can only wait.
Better to be a beggar in freedom than to be forced into compromises against my conscience.
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