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 good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?

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

I look upon logical proofs the way a well-bred girl looks upon a love letter

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

Indeed, if a chief question does remain: how is the power to think possible? - The power to think right and left, before and without, with and above experience? then it does not take a deduction to prove the genealogical priority of language.

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