...the Gods too love a joke.
For a poet is an airy thing, winged and holy, and he is not able to make poetry until he becomes inspired and goes out of his mind and his intellect is no longer in him.
The community which has neither poverty nor riches will always have the noblest principles.
An old man is twice a child, and so is a drunken man.
Thinking is the soul talking to itself.
The god is the beautiful.