To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.

To Say Of Men That They Are Bad Is To Say They Are Worse Than We Think We Are, Or Worse Than The Ideal Man Whose Image We Have Built Up On The Basis Of A Certain Few.

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

Falsity Cannot Keep An Idea From Being Beautiful; There Are Certain Errors Of Such Ingenuity That One Could Regret Their Not Ranking Among The Achievements Of The Human Mind.

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

To Love An Idea Is To Love It A Little More Than One Should.