A French politician once wrote that it was a peculiarity of the French language that in it words occur in the order in which one thinks them.

Don't think, but look! (PI 66)

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?

Like everything metaphysical the harmony between thought and reality is to be found in the grammar of the language.

Philosophy limits the thinkable and therefore the unthinkable.

What has history to do with me? Mine is the first and only world! I want to report how I find the world. What others have told me about the world is a very small and incidental part of my experience. I have to judge the world, to measure things.

Philosophy just puts everything before us, and neither explains nor deduces anything.-Since everything lies open to view there is nothing to explain