One Kills A Man, One Is An

The Books One Has Written In The Past Have Two Surprises In Store: One Couldn't Write Them Again, And Wouldn't Want To.

Kill One Man And You're A Murderer, Kill A Million And You're A Conqueror.

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.

Science Has Made Us Gods Even Before We Are Worthy Of Being Men.

We Find It Easy To Believe That Praise Is Sincere: Why Should Anyone Lie In Telling Us The Truth?