“Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.”

All things were together, infinite both in number and in smallness; for the small too was infinite.

The sun provides the moon with its brightness.

It is not I who have lost the Athenians, but the Athenians who have lost me.

Neither is there a smallest part of what is small, but there is always a smaller (for it is impossible that what is should cease to be). Likewise there is always something larger than what is large.

The Sun is a mass of fiery stone, a little larger than Greece.

Everything has a natural explanation. The moon is not a god but a great rock and the sun a hot rock.

The descent to Hades is the same from every place.

The forces of rotation caused red hot masses of stones to be torn away from the Earth and to be thrown into the ether, and this is the origin of the stars.

Conclusions from observations are unreliable, only the mind can come nearer to to the truth. Thus, in some ways, philosophy is more important than science.

All other things have a portion of everything, but Mind is infinite and self-ruled, and is mixed with nothing but is all alone by itself.

The descent into Hades is much the same from whatever place we start.

And since the portions of the great and the small are equal in number, so too all things would be in everything. Nor is it possible that they should exist apart, but all things have a portion of everything.

There is no smallest among the small and no largest among the large, but always something still smaller and something still larger.

In everything, there is a share of everything.

The purpose of life is the investigation of the Sun, the Moon, and the heavens.

Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.

How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

Raised voices lower esteem. Hot tempers cool friendships. Loose tongues stretch truth. Swelled heads shrink influence. Sharp words dull respect.

Our greatest challenge-our greatest opportunity-is found in these words: ‘Choose ye this day.’

Words mean nothing without action.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.

Grand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.