There is no regular path which leads from these intuitions into the land of ghostly schemata, the land of abstractions. There exists no word for these intuitions; when man sees them he grows dumb, or else he speaks only in forbidden metaphors and in unheard - of combinations of concepts.

Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.

Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.

The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.

There is no place in a fanatic's head where reason can enter.

When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.