When you are alone you are all your own.
The days are long enough for those who use them.
The boundaries of bodies are the least of all things.
The lover is moved by the thing loved, as the sense is by that which perceives, and it unites with it and they become one and the same thing... when the lover is united with the beloved it finds rest there; when the burden is laid down there it finds rest.
Truth is so excellent, that if it praises but small things they become noble.
Common Sense is that which judges the things given to it by other senses.