All thought begins with the recognition that something is out of place.

There are some whom the applause of the multitude has deluded into the belief that they are really statesmen.

Love is a serious mental disease.

Let him know how to choose the mean and avoid the extremes on either side, as far as possible. . . . For this is the way of happiness.

Evil is the vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing which is in itself unstable, and therefore when the bloom of youth which he was desiring is over, he takes wing and flies away, in spite of all his words and promises; whereas the love of the noble disposition is life-long, for it becomes one with the everlasting.

Writing is the geometry of the soul.

No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return.