Many have paid lip service to philosophy, but these men served it with their whole heart. He tastes nothing who has not tasted for himself.

No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

Artists in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

. . . if [writing] lift you from your feet with the great voice of eloquence, then the effect is to be wide, slow, permanent, over the minds of men; . . .

The doctors of antiquity have affirmed that love is a passion that resembles a melancholy disease. The physician Rasis prescribed, therefore, in order to recover, coitus, fasting, drunkenness, and walking.

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