Think? Why think! We have computers to do that for us.

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

The obligation to endure gives us the right to know.

A body of work such as Pasteur's is inconceivable in our time: no man would be given a chance to create a whole science. Nowadays a path is scarcely opened up when the crowd begins to pour in.

God that dumping ground of our dreams.

To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul).

My pessimism goes to the point of suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.