Nothing Leads The Scientist So Astray As

Kill One Man, And You Are A Murderer. Kill Millions Of Men, And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Them All, And You Are A God.

The Divine Is Perhaps That Quality In Man Which Permits Him To Endure The Lack Of God.

There Are Big And Little Truths, But All Belong To The Same Race.

We Bestow On Others Praise In Which We Do Not Believe, On Condition That In Return They Bestow Upon Us Praise In Which We Do.

Science Had Better Not Free The Minds Of Men Too Much, Before It Has Tamed Their Instincts.