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.
Science had better not free the minds of men too much, before it has tamed their instincts.
The nobility of a human being is strictly independent of that of his convictions.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
Nothing leads the scientist so astray as a premature truth.
I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.