My father and he had cemented one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech altogether.

His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further.

To die for a religion is easier than to live it absolutely.

There are no moral or intellectual merits. Homer composed the Odyssey; if we postulate an infinite period of time, with infinite circumstances and changes, the impossible thing is not to compose the Odyssey, at least once.

Fame is a form, perhaps the worst form, of incomprehension.

The mathematical sciences wield their particular language made of digits and signs, no less subtle than any other.

When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It’s the astonishment of being myself