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

Being, belief and reason are pure relations, which cannot be dealt with absolutely, and are not things but pure scholastic concepts, signs for understanding, not for worshipping, aids to awaken our attention, not to fetter it.

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.

If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.

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

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.