Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.

Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

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

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.

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