The soul that beholds beauty becomes beautiful.

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.

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

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.

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

Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.