Fly from the company of the wicked--fly and turn not back.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.

Life must be lived as play, playing certain games, making sacrifices, singing and dancing, and then a man will be able to propitiate the gods.

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

Harmony sinks deep into the recesses of the soul and takes its strongest hold there, bringing grace also to the body & mind as well. Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, and life to everything. It is the essence of order.

Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.

Justice is having and doing what is one's own.