Such a man as instinctively feeds on pure ambrosia and leaves alone the indigestible in things.

There is an innocence in lying which is the sign of good faith in a cause.

The pure soul is a pure lie.

How do you expect to learn to dance when you have not even learned to walk! And above the dancer is still the flyer and his bliss.

As refined fare serves a hungry man as well as and no better than coarser food, the more pretentious artist will not dream of inviting the hungry man to his meal.

There is nothing that has caused me to meditate more on Plato's secrecy and sphinx-like nature, than the happily preserved petit fait that under the pillow of his death-bed there was found no 'Bible,' nor anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, or Platonic - but a book of Aristophanes. How could even Plato have endured life - a Greek life which he repudiated - without an Aristophanes!

What we know oman today is limited precisely by the extent to which we have regarded him as a machine.