The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.

The light by which we see in this world comes out from the soul of the observer. Wherever any noble sentiment dwelt, it made the faces and houses around to shine. Nay, the powers of this busy brain are miraculous and illimitable.

If you believe in the soul, do not clutch at sensual sweetness before it is ripe on the slow tree of cause and effect.

Money is of no value; it cannot spend itself. All depends on the skill of the spender.

When all shoot at one mark, the gods join in the combat.

Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years.

It is better to suffer injustice than to do it.