Law it is . . . which hears without ears, sees without eyes, moves without feet and seizes without hands.

Laurel crowns cleave to deserts And power to him who power exerts; Hast not thy share? On winged feet, Lo! it rushes thee to meet; . . .

The ideas of things intellectually known pass into the substance of the intellect much more than do foods into the substance of the body.

. . . the poor man, whom the law does not allow to take . . . a pair of shoes for his freezing feet, is allowed to put his hand into the pocket of the rich, and say, You shall educate me. . . .

Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.

Books that distribute things... with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, put us on our feet again.

Everyone believes that he abounds in wisdom, but is short of money.