There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.
The books one has written in the past have two surprises in store: one couldn’t write them again, and wouldn’t want to.
In order to remain true to oneself one ought to renounce one’s party three times a day.
Certain brief sentences are peerless in their ability to give one the feeling that nothing remains to be said.
There are moments when very little truth would be enough to shape opinion. One might be hated at extremely low cost.
Renown? I’ve already got more of it than those I respect, and will never have as much as those for whom I feel contempt.
Nothing leads the scientist so astray as a premature truth.
In politics, yesterday’s lie is attacked only to flatter today’s.
I don’t judge a regime by the damning criticism of the opposition, but by the ingenuous praise of the partisan.
To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
It is not easy to imagine how little interested a scientist usually is in the work of any other, with the possible exception of the teacher who backs him or the student who honors him.
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.
I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.
We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn’t wish to be.