The crime passionel! The primitive instinct – to kill! So closely allied to the sex instinct.
Talk of woman’s instinct – why, it is well known all the world over that a woman is the surest mark for any rascally swindler. Not one in ten of them knows a scoundrel when she meets one.
Surely we have always acted; it is an instinct inherent in all of us. Some of us are better at it than others, but we all do it.
So the lion is the law-breaker. Just as to the primitive man the lion is the lawbreaker, the great nuisance, dangerous to human beings and to animals, that breaks into the Kraal at night and fetches the bull out of the herd: he is the destructive instinct.
Only animals have to satisfy instincts! Surely your aims are somewhat higher than theirs! Than monkeys – pigs!
Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!
Instinct is everything.
Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it, and that night, as we listened to the slap of the waves and the creak of the oars, I was as certain as I could be that my fears were justified.
Instinct is a marvellous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.
I believe there exists, and I feel within me, an instinct for truth, or knowledge or discovery, of something of the same nature as the instinct of virtue, and that our having such an instinct is reason enough for scientific researches without any practical results ever ensuing from them.
A man who has no assured and ever present belief in the existence of a personal God or of a future existence with retribution and reward, can have for his rule of life, as far as I can see, only to follow those impulses and instincts which are the strongest or which seem to him the best ones.
A business has to be involving, it has to be fun, and it has to exercise your creative instincts.
