“Many older physicians had gone to their graves calling Pasteur a liar, a fool, or worse—-and without examining evidence which their “common sense” told them was impossible.”

I’ll be true, I’ll be useful, I’ll be cavalier; I’ll be yours, my dear.
You’ve got wits, you’ve got looks, you’ve got passion, but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?

if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.