To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

The great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.

The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.

A negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy.

In the same way that we need statesmen to spare us the abjection of exercising power, we need scholars to spare us the abjection of learning.