History is scraps of evidence joined by the glue of imagination.

Once scientists and scholars invest parts of their career in support of a paradigm, it becomes a sort of a self-betrayal to abandon it.

When the mind grasps the universe, the senses retreat.

People embrace false magical theories in the hope something good will come out of them. In the most extreme of these, good comes out of them only at the end of this life, in paradise.

Men and women in their mutual attraction are driven to the very emptiness they are trying to avoid.

Man is a mimic animal, happiest acting a part, needing a mask to tell the truth.

The body is like the wife to the spirit. The two must cohabit to create new forms, but their pleasures rarely coincide.