The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.

To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream.

Our house is our corner of the world.

One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort.

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?