On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire

I Still Understand A Few Words In Life, But I No Longer Think They Make A Sentence.

We Bestow On Others Praise In Which We Do Not Believe, On Condition That In Return They Bestow Upon Us Praise In Which We Do.

Le Biologiste Passe, La Grenouille Reste. The Biologist Passes, The Frog Remains.

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.

Science Has Made Us Gods Even Before We Are Worthy Of Being Men.