Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.

Somebody told me I should put a pebble in my mouth to cure my stuttering. Well, I tried it, and during a scene I swallowed the pebble. That was the end of that.

Science had better not free the minds of men too much, before it has tamed their instincts.

Science has made us gods even before we are worthy of being men.

Certain brief sentences are peerless in their ability to give one the feeling that nothing remains to be said.

Renown? I've already got more of it than those I respect, and will never have as much as those for whom I feel contempt.

God, that checkroom of our dreams.