In Our Ideals We Unwittingly Reveal Our

Prerequisite For Rereadability In Books: That They Be Forgettable.

A Body Of Work Such As Pasteur's Is Inconceivable In Our Time: No Man Would Be Given A Chance To Create A Whole Science. Nowadays A Path Is Scarcely Opened Up When The Crowd Begins To Pour In.

The Ideal, Without Doubt, Varies, But Its Enemies, Alas, Are Always The Same.

One Kills A Man, One Is An Assassin; One Kills Millions, One Is A Conqueror; One Kills Everybody, One Is A God.

One Must Credit An Hypothesis With All That Has Had To Be Discovered In Order To Demolish It.