Every great genius has an admixture of madness.

Poetry demands a man with a special gift for it, or else one with a touch of madness in him.

The soul never thinks without a picture.

Man perfected by society is the best of all animals; he is the most terrible of all when he lives without law and without justice. If he finds himself an individual who cannot live in society, or who pretends he has need of only his own resources do not consider him as a member of humanity; he is a savage beast or a god.

There are two distinctive peculiarities by reference to which we characterize the soul (1) local movement and (2) thinking, discriminating, and perceiving. Thinking both speculative and practical is regarded as akin to a form of perceiving; for in the one as well as the other the soul discriminates and is cognizant of something which is.

The first principle of all action is leisure.

A tragedy is that moment where the hero comes face to face with his true identity.