Being, belief and reason are pure relations, which cannot be dealt with absolutely, and are not things but pure scholastic concepts, signs for understanding, not for worshipping, aids to awaken our attention, not to fetter it.

Few authors understand themselves, and a proper reader must not only understand his author but also be able to see beyond him.

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

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.

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

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

What for others is style, for me is soul.