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.

We are not separated from spirit, we are in it.

When we look outside of that on which we depend we ignore our unity; looking outward we see many faces; look inward and all is one head. If a man could but be turned about, he would see at once God and himself and the All.

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.

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.

It is precisely because there is nothing within the One that all things are from it.

Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.