Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

It is not by believing but by doubting that one can attain to the truth, which is ever changing form and condition.

Man is an idiot. He doesn't know how to do anything without copying, without imitating, without plagiarizing, without aping. It might even have been that man invented generation by coitus after seeing the grasshopper copulate.

There is always time to take more time.

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them

Facts can't be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by different persons. I've already drummed that thoroughly into your head.

Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.