One practitioner of science is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, whether it hides in a snail's eye or within the light that impinges on that delicate organ.
Quotes about snails (15 Quotes)
Snails don't walk. They slither and slide Along wet pathways Gleam and glide, Squeezed between The grasses green, Polished houses shell-like gleam.
The snail's pace at which women are making their way into corporate boardrooms is simply not acceptable.
The experience with my children brings me back to earth. I mean, I go out there and I'm looking at (bugs), you know, and I'm looking at snails. And there's the grass, and I'm getting down in it.
Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they started at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.
The day's at the morn Mornings at seven The hillside's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven All's right with the world.
I wanna float with you on a cumulus cloud I wanna take you far away from this maddening crowd You can scratch up my back with your long fingernails We'll drink some weird wine and eat psychedelic snails.
O Lord, grant that in some way it may rain every day, say from about midnight until three o'clock in the morning, but, you see, it must be gentle and warm so that it can soak in grant that at the same time it would not rain on campion, alyssum, heliaanthemum, lavender, and the others which you in your infinite wisdom know are drought loving plants I will write their names on a paper if you like and grant that the sun may shine the whole day long, but not everywhere (not for instance, on spiraea, or on gentian, plantain lily, and rhododendron), and not too much that there may be plenty of dew and little wind, enough worms, no plant lice and snails, no mildew, and that once a week thin liquid manure and guano may fall from heaven. Amen.
In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.
We're kind of moving at a snail's pace.
We in the Senate often don't have a good day's work on our calendar. If we wanted to, we could be out of here in two days. My perception is that the problem isn't on this end. We've been waiting for a lot of stuff from the House, and we're still waiting. We've been moving at a snail's pace, that's for sure.
Trying to get one of those birds and the snails together is problematic. So I suspect that some type of wading bird, with a cargo of stowaway snails tucked into its feathers, was blown off course by a storm and deposited the snails on these islands.
FEMALE, n. One of the opposing, or unfair, sex. The Maker, at Creation's birth, With living things had stocked the earth. From elephants to bats and snails, They all were good, for all were males. But when the Devil came and saw He said By Thine eternal law Of growth, maturity, decay, These all must quickly pass away And leave untenanted the earth Unless Thou dost establish birth -- Then tucked his head beneath his wing To laugh --he had no sleeve --the thing With deviltry did so accord, That he'd suggested to the Lord. The Master pondered this advice, Then shook and threw the fateful dice Wherewith all matters here below Are ordered, and observed the throw Then bent His head in awful state, Confirming the decree of Fate. From every part of earth anew The conscious dust consenting flew, While rivers from their courses rolled To make it plastic for the mould. Enough collected (but no more, For niggard Nature hoards her store) He kneaded it to flexible clay, While Nick unseen threw some away. And then the various forms He cast, Gross organs first and finer last No one at once evolved, but all By even touches grew and small Degrees advanced, till, shade by shade, To match all living things He'd made Females, complete in all their parts Except (His clay gave out) the hearts. No matter, Satan cried with speed I'll fetch the very hearts they need -- So flew away and soon brought back The number needed, in a sack. That night earth range with sounds of strife -- Ten million males each had a wife That night sweet Peace her pinions spread O'er Hell --ten million devils dead --G. J.
Twelve snails went walking after night.
Most government officials are rushing headlong to solve the problems of 50 years ago, with their ears assailed by the sound of snails whizzing by.