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.

The stars are like letters that inscribe themselves at every moment in the sky. Everything in the world is full of signs. All events are coordinated. All things depend on each other. Everything breathes together.

And this is the life of the Gods, and of Godlike men, a life without love of the world, a flight of the Alone to the Alone.

Beauty addresses itself chiefly to sight, but there is a beauty for the hearing too, as in certain combinations so words and in all kinds of music; for melodies and cadences are beautiful; and minds that lift themselves above the realm of sense to a higher order are aware of beauty in the conduct of life, in actions, in character, in the pursuits of the intellect; and there is the beauty of the virtues.

Knowledge, if it does not determine action, is dead to us.

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