My Pessimism Extends To The Point Of

If A Given Scientist Had Not Made A Given Discovery, Someone Else Would Have Done So A Little Later. Johann Mendel Dies Unknown After Having Discovered The Laws Of Heredity: Thirty-five Years Later, Three Men Rediscover Them. But The Book That Is Not Written Will Never Be Written. The Premature Death Of A Great Scientist Delays Humanity; That Of A Great Writer Deprives It.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

To Say Of Men That They Are Bad Is To Say They Are Worse Than We Think We Are, Or Worse Than The Ideal Man Whose Image We Have Built Up On The Basis Of A Certain Few.

Kill One Man, And You Are Murderer.

My Pessimism Extends To The Point Of Even Suspecting The Sincerity Of Other Pessimists.