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.

What for others is style, for me is soul.

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

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

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.

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

If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.