Gaston Bachelard

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

A myth is a lie that conceals or reveals a truth. But if it reveals even a strand of history or truth, that's what gets my adrenaline going.

In big science, the role of the individual scientist must be carefully preserved. So is the one of original ideas and of contributions.

I don't like creating software anymore. It's too exact. It's like karate; there's no room for error.