A writer who is in a hurry to be understood today or tomorrow runs the danger of being misunderstood the day after tomorrow.
Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.
What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?
The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.
All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.
The thirst for vengeance was the beautiful nature which Homer imitated.
Every phenomenon of nature was a word, - the sign, symbol and pledge of a new, mysterious, inexpressible but all the more intimate union, participation and community of divine energies and ideas.
Being, belief and reason are pure relations, which cannot be dealt with absolutely, and are not things but pure scholastic concepts, signs for understanding, not for worshipping, aids to awaken our attention, not to fetter it.
If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.
Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.
Our reason arises, at the very least, from this twofold lesson of sensuous revelations and human testimonies.
