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.

Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.

What for others is style, for me is soul.

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

What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger.

The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.