Physics is nothing but the ABC's. Nature is an equation with an unknown, a Hebrew word which is written only with consonants to which reason has to add the dots.
If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.
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.
Hence it happens that one takes words for concepts, and concepts for the things themselves
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.
Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.