When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something that lasts longer than we do.
We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts.[Nous sommes livrés à ces dieux, à ces monstres, à ces géants, nos pensées.]
Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.
To those who have exhausted statecraft, nothing remains but the realm of pure thought.[À ceux qui ont épuisé la politique, il ne reste plus que la pensée pure.]
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
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.[Gedanken sind die Schatten unserer Empfindungen, – immer dunkler, leerer, einfacher, als diese.]
Thought was a valuable thing, that got results.
Thought is yours only. Nobody can alter or influence the use you mean to make of it.
Thought is the property of him who can entertain it, and of him who can adequately place it.
