Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.

I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future . . . I felt myself to be, for an unknown period of time, an abstract perceiver of the world.

Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line

The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

The dictionary is based on the hypothesis -- obviously an unproven one -- that languages are made up of equivalent synonyms.

It may be that universal history is the history of the different intonations given a handful of metaphors.