Science Brings Men Nearer To God.

There Are Two Men In Each One Of Us: The Scientist, He Who Starts With A Clear Field And Desires To Rise To The Knowledge Of Nature Through Observations, Experimentation And Reasoning, And The Man Of Sentiment, The Man Of Belief, The Man Who Mourns His Dead Children, And Who Cannot, Alas, Prove That He Will See Them Again, But Who Believes That He Will, And Lives In The Hope – The Man Who Will Not Die Like A Vibrio, But Who Feels That The Force That Is Within Him Cannot Die.

Time Is The Best Appraiser Of Scientific Work, And I Am Aware That An Industrial Discovery Rarely Produces All Its Fruit In The Hands Of Its First Inventor.

The More I Know, The More Nearly Is My Faith That Of The Breton Peasant. Could I But Know All I Would Have The Faith Of A Breton Peasant Woman.

The Greatest Disorder Of The Mind Is To Let Will Direct It.

You Bring Me The Deepest Joy That Can Be Felt By A Man Whose Invincible Belief Is That Science And Peace Will Triumph Over Ignorance And War, That Nations Will Unite, Not To Destroy, But To Build, And That The Future Will Belong To Those Who Will Have Done Most For Suffering Humanity.