A logical picture of facts is a thought.

Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.

I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse's good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment.

Black seems to make a colour cloudy, but darkness doesn't. A ruby could thus keep getting darker without ever becoming cloudy; but if it became blackish red, it would become cloudy.

There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

I Once wrote: "In mathematics process and result are equivalent."

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