The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.

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

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 for others is style, for me is soul.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

A writer who is in a hurry to be understood today or tomorrow runs the danger of being misunderstood the day after tomorrow.

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