To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.
Conscience reigns but it does not govern.
Politics is the art of preventing people from busying themselves with what is their own business.
My hand feels touched as well as it touches; reality says this, and nothing more.
The mere notion of photography, when we introduce it into our meditation on the genesis of historical knowledge and its true value, suggests the simple question: Could such and such a fact, as it is narrated here, have been photographed?
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.