I am the place in which something has occurred.

Scientific knowledge advances haltingly and is stimulated by contention and doubt.

Our system is the height of absurdity, since we treat the culprit both as a child, so as to have the right to punish him, and as an adult, in order to deny him consolation.

How can my old photographs fail to create in me a feeling of emptiness and sorrow? They make me acutely aware that this second deprivation will be final this time.

Since music is the only language with the contradictory attributes of being intelligible and untranslatable, the musical creator is a being comparable to the gods, and music itself the supreme mystery of the science of man.

I can't help thinking that science would be more appealing if it had no practical use.

Anthropology found its Galileo in Rivers, its Newton in Mauss.