A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

--Emily Dickinson

"Logic! You say that, my friend, in a very dry way like a genuine born artist! But what do you think if you please, logic is? You think that logic means a book in stiff covers, a boring hour spent in front of the black pedestal of a crucifix, when the windows are open and outside the sparrows are twittering cheerfully in the leaves and rejoicing in the May sun? Logic means a cycle of bright, transparent crystal systems which are perhaps more valuable and are certainly a million times more important than your various artistic worlds and constructions. And why, if you please, should not the differences which existed between Plato and the Eleatics until Kant raised the brilliant question: 'Was ist Wahrheit?' ('What is truth?') be at least as valuable as the foolish naiveties of a Benvenuto Cellini? You see: there is an enormous difference between pure and empirical knowledge, an enormous and, without logic, incomprehensible clash between the a priori and the a posteriori, the vague mass of Kant's 'Grundstoff' ('basic matter') and the mathematical transcendence of the notion of God; these are no lessons given in secondary schools, my dear sir!"

Krleza's Kyriales from The Return of Philip Latinowicz