I want my house open to sun and wind and the voice of the sea, like a Greek temple, and light, light, light everywhere!

A man can stand a lot as long as he can stand himself. He can live without hope, without friends, without books, even without music, as long as he can listen to his own thoughts.

Pasteur himself was absolutely fearless. Anxious to secure a sample of saliva straight from the jaws of a rabid dog, I once saw him with the glass tube held between his lips draw a few drops of the deadly saliva from the mouth of a rabid bull-dog, held on the table by two assistants, their hands protected by leather gloves.

I want my house open to sun and wind and the voice of the sea, like a Greek temple, and light, light, light everywhere!

A man can stand a lot as long as he can stand himself.

The wild, cruel beast is not behind the bars of the cage. He is in front of it.

A dog gladly admits the superiority of his master over himself, accepts his judgment as final, but, contrary to what dog-lovers believe, he does not consider himself as a slave. His submission is voluntary, and he expects his own small rights to be respected.