When I Rest My Feet My Mind

Not Only The Entire Ability To Think Rests On Language... But Language Is Also The Crux Of The Misunderstanding Of Reason With Itself.

What For Others Is Style, For Me Is Soul.

I Look Upon Logical Proofs The Way A Well-bred Girl Looks Upon A Love Letter

All Human Wisdom Works And Has Worries And Grief As Reward.

Hence It Happens That One Takes Words For Concepts, And Concepts For The Things Themselves