Never Was Catholicism, Never Were The Ideas

History Knocks At A Thousand Gates At Every Moment, And The Gatekeeper Is Chance. We Shout Into The Mist For This One Or That One To Be Opened For Us, But Through Every Gate Are A Thousand More. We Need Wit And Courage To Make Our Way While Our Way Is Making Us.

Strong Drink Stupefies A Man And Makes It Possible For Him To Forget; It Gives Him An Artificial Cheeriness, An Artificial Excitement; And The Pleasure Of This State Is Increased By The Low Level Of Civilization And The Narrow Empty Life To Which These Men Are Confined.

To Build A City Where It Is Impossible To Build A City Is Madness In Itself, But To Build There One Of The Most Elegant And Grandest Of Cities Is The Madness Of Genius.

I Believe In Nothing Here, Except A Handful Of People, A Few Ideas, And The Fact That One Cannot Arrest Movement.

Science Even More Than The Gospel Teaches Us Humility. She Cannot Look Down On Anything, She Does Not Know What Superiority Means, She Despises Nothing, Never Lies For The Sake Of A Pose, And Conceals Nothing Out Of Coquetry. She Stops Before The Facts As An Investigator, Sometimes As A Physician, Never As An Executioner, And Still Less With Hostility And Irony.