Our reason arises, at the very least, from this twofold lesson of sensuous revelations and human testimonies.
Everything the human being heard from the beginning, saw with its eyes, looked upon and touched with its hands was a living word; for God was the word.
Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.
What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger.
All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.
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.
If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.