Dreams are deformed reflections of ourselves - less stable and more ungraspable than we are, upon which we in our turn assume the right to reflect up….

We must train ourselves in courage and generosity..

Clausius and Darwin cannot both be right..

Life appears: a complex dampness, destined to an intricate future and charged with secret virtues, capable of challenge and creation. A kind of preca….

I see the origin of the irresistible attraction of metaphor and analogy, the explanation of our strange and permanent need to find similarities in th….

The fantastic is always a break in the acknowledged order, an irruption of the inadmissible within the changeless everyday legality.

In strongly opposing the world of play to that of reality, and in stressing that play is essentially a side activity, the interference is drawn that ….

I wonder, only in passing, whether the indelible ornamentation that man inscribes upon his own epidermis does not respond to a nostalgia for the univ….