The eyes of the soul of the multitudes are unable to endure the vision of the divine.

More will be accomplished, and better, and with more ease, if every man does what he is best fitted to do, and nothing else.

Observe that open loves are held to be more honourable than secret ones, and that the love of the noblest and highest, even if their persons are less beautiful than others, is especially honourable.

There is yet something remaining for the dead, and some far better thing for the good than for the evil.

The greatest penalty of evil-doing is to grow into the likeness of bad men, and, growing like them, to fly from the conversation of the good, and be cut off from them, and cleave to and follow after the company of the bad.

God ever geometrizes.

As wolves love lambs so lovers love their loves.