Perfection belongs to narrated events, not to those we live.

Man is a centaur, a tangle of flesh and mind, divine inspiration and dust.

The living are more demanding; the dead can wait.

Did chemistry theorems exist? No: therefore you had to go further, not be satisfied with the quia, go back to the origins, to mathematics and physics. The origins of chemistry were ignoble, or at least equivocal: the dens of the alchemists, their abominable hodgepodge of ideas and language, their confessed interest in gold, their Levantine swindles typical of charlatans and magicians; instead, at the origin of physics lay the strenuous clarity of the West-Archimedes and Euclid.

The aims of life are the best defense against death.

For he who loses all often easily loses himself.

A man who would mutilate himself is well damned, isn't he?