I Am Not A Person Of Opinions

My Father Was Not Scientific, And I Was Left To Struggle With A Child's Blindness, Added To A Student's Thirst For Knowledge.

Life, Although It May Only Be An Accumulation Of Anguish, Is Dear To Me, And I Will Defend It.

It Is With Considerable Difficulty That I Remember The Original Era Of My Being

The World Was To Me A Secret Which I Desired To Devine.

Invention, It Must Be Humbly Admitted, Does Not Consist In Creating Out Of A Void, But Out Of Chaos; The Materials Must In The First Place Be Afforded; It Can Give Form To Dark, Shapeless Substances, But Cannot Bring Into Being The Substance Itself.