To die trying is the proudest humans thing.
Customs tell a man who he is, where he belongs, what he must do. Better illogical customs than none; men cannot live together without them. From an anthropologist's view, 'justice' is a search for workable customs.
Many older physicians had gone to their graves calling Pasteur a liar, a fool, or worse---and without examining evidence which their βcommon senseβ told them was impossible.
In Wilson's scale of evaluations breakfast rated just after life itself and ahead of the chance of immortality.
Progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things.
His was not a small mind bothered by logic and consistency.
He was finding it ruinously expensive to be rich.