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

Physics is nothing but the ABC's. Nature is an equation with an unknown, a Hebrew word which is written only with consonants to which reason has to add the dots.

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

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

Lies, fables and romances must needs be probable, but not the truth and foundation of our faith.

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

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.