In 1850, August Salzmann photographed, near Jerusalem, the road to Beith-Lehem (as it was spelled at the time): nothing but stony ground, olive trees; but three tenses dizzy my consciousness: my present, the time of Jesus, and that of the photographer, all this under the instance of 'reality' - and no longer through the elaborations of the text, whether fictional or poetic, which itself is never credible down to the root.

Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.

A light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.

The skyscraper establishes the block, the block creates the street, the street offers itself to man.

The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.

The haiku reproduces the designating gesture of the child pointing at whatever it is (the haiku shows no partiality for the subject), merely saying: that!

Through the mythology of Einstein, the world blissfully regained the image of knowledge reduced to a formula.