The paradox is the seed of truth. This germ just needs a fertile ground to flourish and bear fruit.

What are we doing down here? We prepare the blossoms of tomorrow. We all manure future humanity.

Truth is different from error in two respects: it is a little harder to prove and more difficult to admit.

La vérité est sur une courbe dont notre ésprit suit éternellement l'asymptote. Truth is on a curve whose asymptote our spirit follows eternally.

Civilization is the art of creating useless needs.

The paradox is the seed of truth. This germ just needs a fertile ground to flourish and bear fruit.

Isn't this the perfect image of the noblest selflessness, and thereby presents an example and a model? It should be inspiring: like them, we are the units of a great social body, like them, we can serve and contemplate death with equanimity, subordinating our individual consciousness to collective consciousness.