Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.
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- With publicity comes humiliation.
- Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede I have ever seen? And here is my good big centipede! If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race.
- a man thinks he amounts to a great deal but to a flea or a mosquito a human being is merely something good to eat
- After the planet becomes theirs, many millions of years will have to pass before a beetle particularly loved by God, at the end of its calculations will find written on a sheet of paper in letters of fire that energy is equal to the mass multiplied by the square of the velocity of light. The new kings of the world will live tranquilly for a long time, confining themselves to devouring each other and being parasites among each other on a cottage industry scale.
- His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bee’s experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
- The mortal enemies of man are not his fellows of another continent or race; they are the aspects of the physical world which limit or challenge his control, the disease germs that attack him and his domesticated plants and animals, and the insects that carry many of these germs as well as working notable direct injury. This is not the age of man, however great his superiority in size and intelligence; it is literally the age of insects.