I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einsteinโ€™s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.

God bless all the precious little examples and all their cascading implications; without these gems, these tiny acorns bearing the blueprints of oak trees, essayists would be out of business.

Iโ€™m a profound anti-romantic. Romanticism is dangerous. Romanticism untrammeled by intellect gives rise to fascism after all.

If there is any consistent enemy of science, it is not religion, but irrationalism.

Organisms are not billiard balls, propelled by simple and measurable external forces to predictable new positions on life's pool table. Sufficiently complex systems have greater richness. Organisms have a history that constrains their future in myriad, subtle ways.

Results rarely specify their causes unambiguously. If we have no direct evidence of fossils or human chronicles, if we are forced to infer a process only from its modern results, then we are usually stymied or reduced to speculation about probabilities. For many roads lead to almost any Rome.

If genius has any common denominator, I would propose breadth of interest and the ability to construct fruitful analogies between fields.

The world, unfortunately, rarely matches our hopes and consistently refuses to behave in a reasonable manner.

Zoocentrism is the primary fallacy of human sociobiology, for this view of human behavior rests on the argument that if the actions of "lower" animals with simple nervous systems arise as genetic products of natural selection, then human behavior should have a similar basis.

The enemy is not fundamentalism; it is intolerance. In this case, the intolerance is perverse since it masquerades under the โ€œliberalโ€ rhetoric of โ€œequal time.โ€ But mistake it not.

This is a personal story of statistics, properly interpreted, as profoundly nurturant and life-giving.

But all evolutionary biologists know that variation itself is nature's only irreducible essence. Variation is the hard reality, not a set of imperfect measures for a central tendency. Means and medians are the abstractions.