(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.

I would like to explain that I consider prayer above all an act of gratitude for existence.

How should I know why! I didn't invent human beings, Iggy.

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

Also, he was smoking a cigar, and when a man is smoking a cigar, wearing a hat, he has an advantage; it is harder to find out how he feels.

The physical body is an agent of the spirit and its mirror. It is an engine and a reflection of the spirit. It is the spirit's ingenious memorandum to itself and the spirit sees itself in my body, just as I see my own face in a looking glass. My nerves reflect this. The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.