We are what we continually do.

Evidence from torture may be considered completely untrustworthy

Happiness seems to require a modicum of external prosperity.

Accordingly, the poet should prefer probable impossibilities to improbable possibilities. The tragic plot must not be composed of irrational parts.

Every realm of nature is marvelous.

That in the soul which is called mind (by mind I mean that whereby the soul thinks and judges) is, before it thinks, not actually any real thing. For this reason it cannot reasonably be regarded as blended with the body

There is nothing strange in the circle being the origin of any and every marvel.