Be careful, Mr. Frankenstein. You toy with wrathful forces. And there’s no mercy in nature.
We shall create a life out of death.
It’s hard to judge cruelty when you’ve never known kindness.
I dream of a world where hope replaces fear. A world where a murdered man can stand in court to face his murderer. Where a crippled soldier, shrapnel in his spine can be killed, healed, then brought back to life to walk again.
You know this story. The crack of lightning. A mad genius. An unholy creation.The world, of course, remembers the monster, not the man. But sometimes, when you look closely… There’s more to a tale. Sometimes the monster is the man.
Life, I’ll say this very slowly, is merely the application and outcome of applied chemistry.
Life is a sacred creation.
There’s no Satan. No God. Only humanity. Only me!
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Life is temporary. Why should death be any different?
Life is beautiful! But unfortunately it is finite.
In my suffering I know about death. That it’s an abyss from which no man nor woman can be returned.
I am a student at the royal college of medicine. The curriculum is straightforward, the exams easy, the professors… Oh! The professors are men of limited ability and even more limited horizon.
