Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

The lost glove is happy.

Human thought, flying on the trapezes of the star-filled universe, with mathematics stretched beneath, was like an acrobat working with a net but suddenly noticing that in reality there is no net.

Do those clowns really believe what they teach?

A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.

Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.