For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead. It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as quickly as one can.

Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.

Lord, grant that my work increase knowledge and help other men. Failing that, Lord, grant that it will not lead to man’s destruction. Failing that, Lord, grant that my article in Brain be published before the destruction takes place.

Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.

I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?

It is not merely the truth of science that makes it beautiful, but its simplicity.

The enduring is something which must be accounted for. One cannot simply shrug it off.