Poetry is not a matter of feelings, it is a matter of language. It is language which creates feelings.

What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible.

Being a professional philosopher is, I would say, feeling natural to think about small and great problems. It is the only pleasure.

A sure sign of a lunatic is that sooner or later, he brings up the Templars.

I am an old consumer of papers. I cannot avoid reading my newspapers every morning.

Thus we have on stage two men, each of whom knows nothing of what he believes the other knows, and to deceive each other reciprocally both speak in allusions, each of the two hoping (in vain) that the other holds the key to his puzzle.

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.