Le biologiste passe, la grenouille reste. The biologist passes, the frog remains.

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.

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.

We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn't wish to be.

My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

Kill one man, and you are murderer.

Science has made us gods even before we are worthy of being men.

To be adult is to be alone.

A man is not old as long as he is seeking something.

In order to remain true to oneself one ought to renounce one's party three times a day.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Mom asked for a cupcake miracle? Well, here comes the freaking holy angel of icing, at your service. --

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

If you want to make peace, you don’t talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.

I know he's rich. He knows he's rich, too.

This is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.

Well, I happen to have a love of vocal reproduction devices.

Swinish gluttony never looks to heaven amidst its gorgeous feast; but with besotted, base ingratitude, cravens and blasphemes his feeder.

You will remember some of what you hear; much of what you read; more of what you see, and almost all of what you experience and understand fully.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.