I prefer the honest jargon of reality to the outright lies of books.
On tue un homme, on est un assassin. On tue des millions d’hommes, on est un conquérant. On les tue tous, on est un dieu. <br>Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.
Quotations–always inexact. I don’t trust people who cannot even copy out.
I don’t judge a regime by the damning criticism of the opposition, but by the ingenuous praise of the partisan.
When a scientist is ahead of his times, it is often through misunderstanding of current, rather than intuition of future truth. In science there is never any error so gross that it won’t one day, from some perspective, appear prophetic.
There are big and little truths, but all belong to the same race.
Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn’t eaten any.
Kill one man, and you are murderer.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.
Literature: proclaiming in front of everyone what one is careful to conceal from one’s immediate circle
Falsity cannot keep an idea from being beautiful; there are certain errors of such ingenuity that one could regret their not ranking among the achievements of the human mind.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
God, that checkroom of our dreams.
The books one has written in the past have two surprises in store: one couldn’t write them again, and wouldn’t want to.
It may offend us to hear our own thoughts expressed by others: we are not sure enough of their souls.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.
The biologist passes. The frog stays the same.
To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should.
Science had better not free the minds of men too much, before it has tamed their instincts.
In order to remain true to oneself one ought to renounce one’s party three times a day.
A few great minds are enough to endow humanity with monstrous power, but a few great hearts are not enough to make us worthy of using it.
Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.
We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn’t wish to be.
Le biologiste passe, la grenouille reste. <br>The biologist passes, the frog remains.
It is sometimes important for science to know how to forget the things she is surest of.
There are moments when very little truth would be enough to shape opinion. One might be hated at extremely low cost.
To live is often to struggle toward goals one has no desire to reach.
Beauty in art is often nothing but ugliness subdued.
We bestow on others praise in which we do not believe, on condition that in return they bestow upon us praise in which we do.
One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.
Being right is less important to us than the freedom to be wrong.
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.
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.
Prerequisite for rereadability in books: that they be forgettable.