To ease another's burden, help to carry it.

In short, intelligence, considered in what seems to be its original feature, is the faculty of manufacturing artificial objects, especially tools to make tools, and of indefinitely varying the manufacture.

And I also see how this body influences external images: it gives back movement to them.

Some other faculty than the intellect is necessary for the apprehension of reality.

There is nothing in philosophy which could not be said in everyday language.

All the translations of a poem in all possible languages may add nuance to nuance and, by a kind of mutual retouching, by correcting one another, may give an increasingly faithful picture of the poem they translate, yet they will never give the inner meaning of the original.

It seems that laughter needs an echo.