The More I Know, The More Nearly

There Are Two Men In Each One Of Us: The Scientist, He Who Starts With A Clear Field And Desires To Rise To The Knowledge Of Nature Through Observations, Experimentation And Reasoning, And The Man Of Sentiment, The Man Of Belief, The Man Who Mourns His Dead Children, And Who Cannot, Alas, Prove That He Will See Them Again, But Who Believes That He Will, And Lives In The Hope – The Man Who Will Not Die Like A Vibrio, But Who Feels That The Force That Is Within Him Cannot Die.

Intuition Is Given Only To Him Who Has Undergone Long Preparation To Receive It.

No, There Is Now No Circumstance Known In Which It Can Be Affirmed That Microscopic Beings Came Into The World Without Germs, Without Parents Similar To Themselves. Those Who Affirm It Have Been Duped By Illusions, By Ill-conducted Experiments, Spoilt By Errors That They Either Did Not Perceive Or Did Not Know How To Avoid.

When You Believe You Have Found An Important Scientific Fact, And Are Feverishly Curious To Publish It, Constrain Yourself For Days, Weeks, Years Sometimes, Fight Yourself, Try And Ruin Your Own Experiments, And Only Proclaim Your Discovery After Having Exhausted All Contrary Hypotheses. But When, After So Many Efforts You Have At Last Arrived At A Certainty, Your Joy Is One Of The Greatest Which Can Be Felt By A Human Soul.

Question Your Priorities Often, Make Sure God Always Comes First.