The Roseicrucians were everywhere, aided by the fact that they didn't exist.

The print does not always have the same shape as the body that impressed it, and it doesn't always derive from the pressure of a body. At times it reproduces the impression a body has left in our mind: it is the print of an idea.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

Is it possible to say "It was a beautiful morning at the end of November" without feeling like Snoopy?

Love is wiser than wisdom.

At most, recognizing that our history was inspired by many tales we now recognize as false should make us alert, ready to call to constantly into question the very tale we believe true, because the criterion of the wisdom of the community is based on constant awareness of the fallibility of our learning.

I think of myself as a serious professor who, during the weekend, writes novels.