A painter without hands who wished to express in song the picture before his mind would, by means of this substitution of spheres, still reveal more about the essence of things than does the empirical world.

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.

The real world is much smaller than the imaginary.

It is even a difficult thing for him [humans] to admit to himself that the insect or the bird perceives an entirely different world from the one that man does.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.