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The books one has written in the past have two surprises in store: one couldn't write them again, and wouldn't want to.
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We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn't wish to be.
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The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
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God, that dumping ground of our dreams.
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A married couple are well suited when both partners usually feel the need for a quarrel at the same time.
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Science had better not free the minds of men too much, before it has tamed their instincts.
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Science has made us gods even before we are worthy of being men.
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Somebody told me I should put a pebble in my mouth to cure my stuttering. Well, I tried it, and during a scene I swallowed the pebble. That was the end of that.
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A man is not old as long as he is seeking something.
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A body of work such as Pasteur's is inconceivable in our time: no man would be given a chance to create a whole science. Nowadays a path is scarcely opened up when the crowd begins to pour in.
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Theories pass. The frog remains.
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Think? Why think! We have computers to do that for us.
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To be adult is to be alone.
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Far too often the choices reality proposes are such as to take away one's taste for choosing.
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Nothing is more admirable than the fortitude with which millionaires tolerate the disadvantages of their wealth.
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Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.
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Nothing leads the scientist so astray as a premature truth.
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I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.
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Greatness, in order to gain recognition, must all too often consent to ape greatness.
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Take heed of critics even when they are not fair; resist them even when they are.
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It may offend us to hear our own thoughts expressed by others: we are not sure enough of their souls.
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Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.
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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.
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I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.