We regard the photograph, the picture on our wall, as the object itself (the man, landscape, and so on) depicted there. This need not have been so. We could easily imagine people who did not have this relation to such pictures. Who, for example, would be repelled by photographs, because a face without color and even perhaps a face in reduced proportions struck them as inhuman.

Telling someone something he does not understand is pointless, even if you add that he will not be able to understand it.

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

It is love that believes the resurrection.

Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself.

Only describe, don't explain.

The logic of the world is prior to all truth and falsehood.