States are as the men, they grow out of human characters.

The ultimate design of the Mysteries ... was to lead us back to the principles from which we descended, ... a perfect enjoyment of intellectual [spiritual] good.

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

As wolves love lambs so lovers love their loves.

A true artist is someone who gives birth to a new reality.

That which is apprehended by intelligence and reason is always in the same state; but that which is conceived by opinion with the help of sensation and without reason, is always in a process of becoming and perishing and never really is.

Even the gods love jokes.