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

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.

Nature is a book, a letter, a fairy tale (in the philosophical sense) or whatever you want to call it.

What for others is style, for me is soul.

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.

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