One often makes a remark and only later sees how true it is.

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

That which cannot be said must not be said. That which cannot be said, one must be silent thereof.

All I know is what I have words for.

The world is the totality of facts, not of things

We find certains things about seeing puzzling, because we do not find the whole business of seeing puzzling enough.

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