Nothing leads the scientist so astray as a premature truth.

There are moments when very little truth would be enough to shape opinion. One might be hated at extremely low cost.

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

We are not naïve enough to ask for pure men; we ask merely for men whose impurity does not conflict with the obligations of their job.

God, that checkroom of our dreams.

It takes a very deep-rooted opinion to survive unexpressed.

We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn't wish to be.