Les livres ont les mêmes ennemis que l'homme : le feu, l'humide, les bêtes, le temps, et leur propre contenu.

“But hope is only man's mistrust of the clear foresight of his mind.”

“Ingres’ pencil pursues ideal grace to the point of monstrosity: the spine never…”

“This, dear Phaedrus, is the most important point: no geometry without the word.…”

“To enter into your own mind you need to be armed to the teeth.”