The Earth, dost thou say? What has the Earth ever realized, that drop of frozen mud, whose Time is only a lie in the Heavens?

Live? Our servants will do that for us..

If I could record them and transmit them to the present age, they would constitute nothing more, nowadays, than dead sounds. They would be, in a word, sounds other than what they actually were, and from what their phonographic labels pretended they were – since it's in ourselves that the silence exists. It was while the sounds were still mysterious that it would have been really interesting to render the mystery palpable and transferable.

I am a man who knows nothing, guesses sometimes, finds frequently and who's always amazed.

Nature was quick to pass the sponge of her deluges over these awkward sketches (dinosaurs), these first nightmares of Life.

There are some wounds that one can heal only by deepening them and making them worse.

Uncertainty is a quality to be cherished, therefore – if not for it, who would dare to undertake anything?