Self knowledge begins with the neighbor, the mirror, and just the same with true self-love; that goes from the mirror to the matter.

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.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

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

Hence it happens that one takes words for concepts, and concepts for the things themselves

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

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.