Love Is The Final End Of The

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

The Best Thing About The Sciences Is Their Philosophical Ingredient, Like Life For An Organic Body. If One Dephilosophizes The Sciences, What Remains Left? Earth, Air, And Water.

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Denotation By Means Of Sounds And Markings Is A Remarkable Abstraction. Three Letters Designate God For Me; Several Lines A Million Things. How Easy Becomes The Manipulation Of The Universe Here, How Evident The Concentration Of The Intellectual World! Language Is The Dynamics Of The Spiritual Realm. One Word Of Command Moves Armies; The Word Liberty Entire Nations.