Some philosophers see into themselves, and some into their times; still others forge an alliance with the future.

Darwinism is not a sufficient condition for a phenomenon like Nazism but I think it's certainly a necessary one.

Although every novel is derived directly from another novel, there is really only one novel, the Quixote.

The desire to see and the desire to ratify what one has seen are desires at odds with one another, if only because they proceed from separate places in the imagination.

"Young men wish always to dream of what they have lost." "And old men?" "Of what they have not found."

Arithmetic is where the content lies, and not logic; but logic prompts certainty, and not arithmetic.

No man is obliged to be what he might have been.

The calculus is the story this [the Western] world first told itself as it became the modern world.

I do not know whether any of this is true. I am certain that the scientific community does not know that it is false.

Aristotelian logic is massive and marmoreal, but every monument accumulates graffiti.

In the end, every scheme and every science is justified by itself or it is not justified at all.

When emerging from humble beginnings, those around you tend to underestimate your authenticity because they knew you before you were 'somebody'.

Is there no end to this escalation of desire?

I really believe in the idea of the future.

I think it's really important to teach our children about their lineage and it especially makes a difference if you share that information while they're young.

When I die I want to go to Vogue.

The universal nature out of the universal substance, as if it were wax, now molds a horse, and when it has broken this up, it uses the material for a tree, then for a man, then for something else.

Your success will shine as a light of hope and inspire numbers you cannot total.

Someone is going to have to give up a piece of their pie so that someone else can have more.

If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.

The energies of Lagos life- creative, malevolent, ambiguous- converge at the bus stops