There are four types: the cretin, the imbecile, the stupid and the mad. Normality is a balanced mixture of all four.

I have lost the freedom of not having an opinion.

A mystic is a hysteric who has met her confessor before her doctor.

Not that the incredulous person doesn't believe in anything. It's just that he doesn't believe in everything.

We live for books.

The order that our mind imagines is like a net, or like a ladder, built to attain something. But afterward you must throw the ladder away, because you discover that, even if it was useful, it was meaningless.

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.