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Science Even More Than The Gospel Teaches Us Humility. She Cannot Look Down On Anything, She Does Not Know What Superiority Means, She Despises Nothing, Never Lies For The Sake Of A Pose, And Conceals Nothing Out Of Coquetry. She Stops Before The Facts As An Investigator, Sometimes As A Physician, Never As An Executioner, And Still Less With Hostility And Irony.

A Generation Which Has Passed Through The Shop Has Absorbed Standards And Ambitions Which Are Not Of Those Of Spaciousness, And Cannot Get Away From Them. Everything With Them Is Done As Though For Sale, And They Naturally Have In View The Greatest Possible Benefit, Profit And That End Of The Stuff That Will Make The Best Show.

We Think The Purpose Of A Child Is To Grow Up Because It Does Grow Up. But Its Purpose Is To Play, To Enjoy Itself, To Be A Child. If We Merely Look To The End Of The Process, The Purpose Of Life Is Death

Everything In Italy That Is Particularly Elegant And Grand Borders Upon Insanity And Absurdity Or At Least Is Reminiscent Of Childhood.

Strong Drink Stupefies A Man And Makes It Possible For Him To Forget; It Gives Him An Artificial Cheeriness, An Artificial Excitement; And The Pleasure Of This State Is Increased By The Low Level Of Civilization And The Narrow Empty Life To Which These Men Are Confined.