I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.

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.

Kill one man, and you are murderer.

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.

What makes our opponents useful is that they allow us to believe that without them we would be able to realize our goals.

On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.

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.