The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

Unity in wills cannot be unless there is one will dominating and ruling all the rest to oneness... wills of mortals have need of a directive principle... therefore for the well-being of the world, there should be a monarchy.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.