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.

Ignorance of all things is an evil neither terrible nor excessive, nor yet the greatest of all; but great cleverness and much learning, if they be accompanied by a bad training, are a much greater misfortune.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

Haughtiness lives under the same roof with solitude.

A certain portion of mankind do not believe at all in the existence of the gods.

An hour of play is worth a lifetime of conversation.

Upon consideration of the central question of the moon's toughness there can be little doubt. It is hella tough.