“The science of life is a superb and dazzlingly lighted hall which may be reached only by passing through a long and ghastly kitchen.”

A man of science rises ever, in seeking truth; and if he never finds it in its wholeness, he discovers nevertheless very significant fragments; and these fragments of universal truth are precisely what constitutes science.

We must never make experiments to confirm our ideas, but simply to control them.

Everything is poisonous, nothing is poisonous, it is all a matter of dose.

Effects vary with the conditions which bring them to pass, but laws do not vary. Physiological and pathological states are ruled by the same forces; they differ only because of the special conditions under which the vital laws manifest themselves.

Priestley said that each discovery we make shows us many others that should be made.

With the aid of these active experimental sciences man becomes an inventor of phenomena, a real foreman of creation; and under this head we cannot set limits to the power that he may gain over nature through future progress of the experimental sciences.

The minds that rise and become really great are never self-satisfied, but still continue to strive.

But while I accept specialization in the practice, I reject it utterly in the theory of science.

Science does not permit exceptions.

All the vital mechanisms, varied as they are, have only one object, that of preserving constant the conditions of life in the internal environment.

A fact in itself is nothing. It is valuable only for the idea attached to it, or for the proof which it furnishes.

Put off your imagination, as you put off your overcoat, when you enter the laboratory. Put it on again, as you put on your overcoat, when you leave.

In the philosophic sense, observation shows and experiment teaches.

In teaching man, experimental science results in lessening his pride more and more by proving to him every day that primary causes, like the objective reality of things, will be hidden from him forever and that he can only know relations.

Hatred is the most clear- sighted, next to genius.

Feeling alone guides the mind.

I’m at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I’ve just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.

I just never saw my mother in any other room but the kitchen. There were always pots going.

Kumquats ripen, open and plop flatly to the floor-and outside, in a neat, trimly-hoed kitchen-garden.

I love the way they run in fright when I turn on the kitchen light. And when I squish them on the ground, they make a pleasant crunchy sound.

When I was a young teenager my mother always encouraged my brother, my sister and I to get involved in the kitchen.

We have the most varied and imaginative bathrooms in the world, we have kitchens with the most gimmicks, we have houses with every possible electrical gadget to save ourselves all kinds of trouble – all so that we can have leisure. Leisure, leisure, leisure!

The ketchup bottle on the kitchen table.

For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.