There are three classes of men; lovers of wisdom, lovers of honor, and lovers of gain.
No soul willfully does wrong.
Where love reigns, there's no need for laws.
I would have you imagine, then, that there exists in the mind of man a block of wax... and that we remember and know what is imprinted as long as the image lasts; but when the image is effaced, or cannot be taken, then we forget or do not know.
The power of the Good has taken refuge in the nature of the Beautiful
Before all it's necessary to look after the Soul, if you want the head and the rest of the body to function correctly.