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.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

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

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.

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.

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.