It is not humanly possible to gather immediately from it what the logic of language is. Language disguises thought.

Because our goals are not lofty but illusory, our problems are not difficult, but nonsensical.

I am my world.

Every sign by itself seems dead. What gives it life?--In use it is alive. Is life breathed into it there?--Or is the use its life?

It is not humanly possible to gather immediately from it what the logic of language is. Language disguises thought.

Suppose someone were to say: 'Imagine this butterfly exactly as it is, but ugly instead of beautiful'?!

Our greatest stupidities may be very wise.