Eternal vigilance is the price of knowledge.

The family is one of nature's masterpieces.

Religion is the natural reaction of the imagination when confronted by the difficulties in a truculent world.

The line between what is known scientifically and what has to be assumed in order to support knowledge is impossible to draw. Memory itself is an internal rumour.

Culture is on the horns of this dilemma: if profound and noble it must remain rare, if common it must become mean.

If all art aspires to the condition of music, all the sciences aspire to the condition of mathematics.

Perhaps the universe is nothing but an equilibrium of idiocies.