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

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

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.

The Infinite cannot be measured. The plan of Nature is so immense, but she has no plan, no scheme, but to go on and on forever. What is size, what is time, distance, to the Infinite?

With infinite life comes an infinite list of relatives. Grandparents never die, nor do great grandparents, great-aunts…and so on, back through the generations, all alive and offering advice.

In a world of fixed future, life is an infinite corridor of rooms, one room lit at each moment, the next room dark but prepared.

But when I would write a story – I know it’s going to sound almost ridiculous and infantile – I would, in a way, start living it.

Overall, I want you to discover the joy of creation by your own handthe possibility of creation from paper is infinite.

The possibility of creation from paper is infinite.

If space is infinite, we may be at any point in space. If time is infinite, we may be at any point in time.

The possibilities of the art of combination are not infinite, but they tend to be frightful.