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.

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

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.

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

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

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