Johann Georg Hamann

What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.

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.