Nature is a book, a letter, a fairy tale (in the philosophical sense) or whatever you want to call it.

Every phenomenon of nature was a word, - the sign, symbol and pledge of a new, mysterious, inexpressible but all the more intimate union, participation and community of divine energies and ideas.

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.

The product of paper and printed ink, that we commonly call the book, is one of the great visible mediators between spirit and time, and, reflecting zeitgeist, lasts as long as ore and stone.

Nature is a book, a letter, a fairy tale (in the philosophical sense) or whatever you want to call it.

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