Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves or their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others.

All men, well interrogated, answer well.

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

The point which I should first wish to understand is whether the pious or holy is beloved by the gods because it is holy, or holy because it is beloved of the gods.

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.

No man's nature is able to know what is best for the social state of man; or, knowing, always able to do what is best.

What if the man could see Beauty Itself, pure, unalloyed, stripped of mortality, and all its pollution, stains, and vanities, unchanging, divine,... the man becoming in that communion, the friend of God,... ?