What for others is style, for me is soul.

Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.

When I rest my feet my mind also ceases to function.

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

Being, belief and reason are pure relations, which cannot be dealt with absolutely, and are not things but pure scholastic concepts, signs for understanding, not for worshipping, aids to awaken our attention, not to fetter it.

A writer who is in a hurry to be understood today or tomorrow runs the danger of being misunderstood the day after tomorrow.

Our reason arises, at the very least, from this twofold lesson of sensuous revelations and human testimonies.