Besides, those Anarchists are really too foolish in imagining that they will transform the world with their squibs and crackers! In my opinion, you know, science is the only revolutionist.

Science will not only bring us truth but justice also, if indeed justice ever be possible on this earth.

And that is why I lead so calm a life and am so tolerant." Once again Bertheroy appeared to Guillaume as a revolutionist, one who was convinced that he helped on the ruin of the ancient abominable society of today, with its dogmas and laws, even whilst he was working in the depths of his laboratory.

He was, however, too desirous of repose, and had too great a contempt for futilities to mingle with the events of the day, and he preferred to live in quietude, liberally paid and rewarded, and at peace with the government whatever it might be, whilst at the same time foreseeing and preparing for the formidable parturition of the future.
He waved his hand towards Paris, over which a sun of victory was setting, and then again spoke: "Do you hear the rumble?
It is we who are the stokers, we who are ever flinging fresh fuel under the boiler.

Science does not pause in her work for a single hour, and she is the artisan of Paris, which--let us hope it--will be the artisan of the future.