All Our Knowledge Is Symbolic.

It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Final Cause Of Creation.

A Teacher Who Can Arouse A Feeling For One Single Good Action, For One Single Good Poem, Accomplishes More Than He Who Fills Our Memory With Rows And Rows Of Natural Objects, Classified With Name And Form.

When Translating One Must Proceed Up To The Intranslatable; Only Then One Becomes Aware Of The Foreign Nation And The Foreign Tongue.

What Is The Destiny Of Man, But To Fill Up The Measure Of His Sufferings, And To Drink His Allotted Cup Of Bitterness?

Our Passions Are The True Phoenixes; When The Old One Is Burnt Out, A New One Rises From Its Ashes.