He who sees things grow from the beginning will have the best view of them.

The hardest victory is the victory over self.

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

Happiness seems to require a modicum of external prosperity.

The happy life is regarded as a life in conformity with virtue. It is a life which involves effort and is not spent in amusement.

Now the goodness that we have to consider is clearly human goodness, since the good or happiness which we set out to seek was human good and human happiness. But human goodness means in our view excellence of soul, not excellence of body.

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God.