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

What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?

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

The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.

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

Everything the human being heard from the beginning, saw with its eyes, looked upon and touched with its hands was a living word; for God was the word.

I look upon logical proofs the way a well-bred girl looks upon a love letter