No town can live peacefully whatever its laws when its citizens do nothing but feast and drink and tire themselves out in the cares of love

He who without the Muse's madness in his soul comes knocking at the door of poesy and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet, finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.

Watch a man at play for an hour and you can learn more about him than in talking to him for a year.

The first and the best victory is to conquer self.

It seems to me that whatever else is beautiful apart from asbsolute beauty is beautiful because it partakes of that absolute beauty, and for no other reason. Do you accept this kind of causality?

The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible but there arriving she is sure of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.

Human beings have Love for one another inborn in them - Love, reassembler of our ancient nature, who tries to make one out of two and to heal human nature.