Beauty is rather a light that plays over the symmetry of things than that symmetry itself.
Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.
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.
Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.
You can only apprehend the Infinite by a faculty that is superior to reason.
All things are filled full of signs, and it is a wise man who can learn about one thing from another.