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.

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

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.

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

What for others is style, for me is soul.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

The thirst for vengeance was the beautiful nature which Homer imitated