The limits of my language are the limits of my universe.

Those who know nothing of foreign languages, knows nothing of their own.

Because everyone uses language to talk, everyone thinks he can talk about language

Mathematicians are like Frenchmen: whatever you say to them they translate into their own language and forthwith it is something entirely different

I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy.

I am proud of my heart alone, it is the sole source of everything, all our strength, happiness and misery. All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own