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

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.

What for others is style, for me is soul.

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

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

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.

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