What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

Whenever a poet or preacher, chief or wizard spouts gibberish, the human race spends centuries deciphering the message.

But the purpose of a story is to teach and to please at once, and what it teaches is how to recognize the snares of the world.

After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?

As a scholar I am interested in the philosophy of language, semiotics, call it what you want, and one of the main features of the human language is the possibility of lying.

Nothing gives a fearful man more courage than another's fear.

True learning must not be content with ideas, which are, in fact, signs, but must discover things in their individual truth.