Nothing awakens reminiscence like an aroma.
Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw. Germination includes the hatching of a meteor and the tap of a swallow's bill breaking the egg, and it leads forward the birth of an earth-worm and the advent of Socrates.
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.
We should judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than from what he thinks.
Another story must begin!
The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.