Beauty is rather a light that plays over the symmetry of things than that symmetry itself.

Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.

A dogma recognized throughout antiquity... (that) the soul expiates its sins in the darkness of the infernal regions and... afterwards... passes into new bodies, there to undergo new trials.

Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.

If someone with the right conduct tries to attain to something that lies outside of it, is his goal not the right conduct.

Being is desirable because it is identical with Beauty, and Beauty is loved because it is Being. We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order; knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly.

The world is knowable, harmonious, and good.