So their combinations with themselves and with each other give rise to endless complexities, which anyone who is to give a likely account of reality must survey.

Thinking and spoken discourse are the same thing, except that what we call thinking is, precisely, the inward dialogue carried on by the mind with itself without spoken sound.

He who is gracious to his lover under the impression that he is rich, and is disappointed of his gains because he turns out to be poor, is disgraced all the same: for he has done his best to show that he would give himself up to any one's "uses base" for the sake of money; but this is not honourable.

The Dance, of all the arts, is the one that most influences the soul. Dancing is divine in its nature and is the gift of God.

What if the man could see Beauty Itself, pure, unalloyed, stripped of mortality, and all its pollution, stains, and vanities, unchanging, divine,... the man becoming in that communion, the friend of God,... ?

You can't do good if you don't feel good.

He who love touches walks not in darkness.