Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

It seems that I must bid the Muse to pack, / Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend / Until imagination, ear and eye, / Can be content with argument and deal / In abstract things; or be derided by / A sort of battered kettle at the heel.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.