Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.

The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.

If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.

What for others is style, for me is soul.

Physics is nothing but the ABC's. Nature is an equation with an unknown, a Hebrew word which is written only with consonants to which reason has to add the dots.

What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger.

I look upon logical proofs the way a well-bred girl looks upon a love letter