Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.

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.

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

God is not external to anyone, but is present with all things, though they are ignorant that He is so.

Nature is but an image of wisdom, the last thing of the soul; nature being a thing which doth only do, but not know.

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

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.