The poet produces the beautiful by fixing his attention on something real.
It is human misery and not pleasure which contains the secret of the divine wisdom.
A beautiful woman looking at her image in the mirror may very well believe the image is herself. An ugly woman knows it is not.
We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.
The real sin of idolatry is always committed on behalf of something similar to the State.
All the goods of this world...are finite and limited and radically incapable of satisfying the desire that perpetually burns within us for an infinite and perfect good.