Those Who Fear The Facts Will Forever

I Have Only A Small Flickering Light To Guide Me In The Darkness Of A Thick Forest. Up Comes A Theologian And Blows It Out.

I Picture The Vast Realm Of The Sciences As An Immense Landscape Scattered With Patches Of Dark And Light. The Goal Towards Which We Must Work Is Either To Extend The Boundaries Of The Patches Of Light, Or To Increase Their Number. One Of These Tasks Falls To The Creative Genius; The Other Requires A Sort Of Sagacity Combined With Perfectionism.

There Is Only One Passion, The Passion For Happiness.

What A Fine Comedy This World Would Be If One Did Not Play A Part In It.

Posterity For The Philosopher Is What The Other World Is For The Religious Man.