I am confident that there truly is such a thing as living again, that the living spring from the dead, and that the souls of the dead are in existence.

The years wrinkle our skin, but lack of enthusiasm wrinkles our soul.

Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

The universe really is motion & nothing else.

God desired to be the real maker of a real bed, not a particular maker of a particular bed, and therefore He created a bed which is essentially and by nature one only.

Nobody knows anything, but I, knowing nothing, am the smartest man in the world.

Those then who know not wisdom and virtue, and are always busy with gluttony and sensuality, go down and up again as far as the mean; and in this region they move at random throughout life, but they never pass into the true upper world; thither they neither look, nor do they ever find their way, neither are they truly filled with true being, nor do they ever taste of pure and abiding pleasure.