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.

The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.

Nature is a book, a letter, a fairy tale (in the philosophical sense) or whatever you want to call it.

The product of paper and printed ink, that we commonly call the book, is one of the great visible mediators between spirit and time, and, reflecting zeitgeist, lasts as long as ore and stone.

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.

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.