Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.
There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.
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.
One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.
To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should.
What scientist would not long to go on living, if only to see how the little truths he has brought to light will grow up?