The heart of man does not tolerate an absence of the excellent and supreme.
It is not obligatory for a generation to have great men.
The good is, like nature, an immense landscape in which man advances through centuries of exploration.
The metaphor is perhaps one of man's most fruitful potentialities. Its efficacy verges on magic, and it seems a tool for creation which God forgot inside one of His creatures when He made him.
All life is the struggle, the effort to be itself.
The man who discovers a new scientific truth has previously had to smash to atoms almost everything he had learnt, and arrives at the new truth with hands blood stained from the slaughter of a thousand platitudes.