The soul is like a pair of winged horses and a charioteer joined in natural union.
Necessity, who is the mother of our invention.
Then the lover, who is true and no counterfeit, must of necessity be loved by his love.
An hour of play is worth a lifetime of conversation.
Is what is moral commanded by God because it is moral, or is it moral because it is commanded by God?
Either we shall find what it is we are seeking or at least we shall free ourselves from the persuasion that we know what we do not know.