Think of the country mouse and of the town mouse, and of the alarm and trepidation of the town mouse.

Thou seest how few be the things, the which if a man has at his command his life flows gently on and is divine.

The universe is a single life comprising one substance and one soul.

The inner master, when confronted with an obstacle, uses it as fuel, like a fire which consumes things that are thrown into it. A small lamp would be snuffed out, but a big fire will engulf what is thrown at it and burn hotter; it consumes the obstacle and uses it to reach a higher level.

My city and state are Rome. But as a human being? The world. So for me, "good" can only mean what's good for both communities.

The universal nature out of the universal substance, as if it were wax, now molds a horse, and when it has broken this up, it uses the material for a tree, then for a man, then for something else.

A man should be upright, not kept upright.