I have to admit that I only read War and Peace when I was 40. But I knew the basics before then.

The light in her eyes was beyond description, yet it did not instill improper thoughts: it inspired a love tempered by awe, purifying the hearts it inflamed.

The good of a book lies in its being read.

Followers of the occult believe in only what they already know, and in those things that confirm what they have already learned.

From lies to forgeries the step is not so long, and I have written technical essays on the logic of forgeries and on the influence of forgeries on history.

There are more people than you think who want to have a challenging experience, in which they are obliged to reflect about the past.

Translation is the art of failure.