Master And Doctor Are My Titles; For

I Can Promise To Be Sincere, But I Cannot Promise To Be Impartial.

The March Of Intellect, Which Licks All The World Into Shape, Has Even Reached The Devil.

Create, Artist, Do Not Talk.

He Who Does Not Stretch Himself According To The Coverlet Finds His Feet Uncovered.

I Could Never Have Known So Well How Paltry Men Are, And How Little They Care For Really High Aims, If I Had Not Tested Them By My Scientific Researches. Thus I Saw That Most Men Only Care For Science So Far As They Get A Living By It, And That They Worship Even Error When It Affords Them A Subsistence.