To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
Through the word a man conveys his thoughts to another, while through art people convey their feelings to each other.[Cловом один человек передает другому свои мысли, искусством же люди передают друг другу свои чувства.]
Thoughts without words. Can that be?
Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.[Gedanken ohne Inhalt sind leer, Anschauungen ohne Begriffe sind blind.]
Thoughts are the shadows of our sentiments — always, however, obscurer, emptier, and simpler.
Thought is yours only. Nobody can alter or influence the use you mean to make of it.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Thought is a key to all treasures.
The writer’s joy is the thought that can become emotion, the emotion that can wholly become a thought.
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.
The richer in relationships thoughts become, the more confused and meaningless becomes their representation in such forms as numbers.
The pen is the tongue of the mind; the thoughts that are formed in the one, and those that are traced by the other, will bear a near resemblance.
