In conclusion, it appears that nothing can be more improving to a young naturalist, than a journey in distant countries.

It is impossible to conceive of this immense and wonderful universe as the result of blind chance or necessity.

If every one were cast in the same mould, there would be no such thing as beauty.

To suppose that the eye, with all its inimitable contrivances for adjusting the focus to different distances, for admitting different amounts of light, and for the correction of spherical and chromatic aberration, could have been formed by natural selection, seems, I freely confess, absurd in the highest possible degree.

We behold the face of nature bright with gladness.

Such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory.