“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.”

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity’s sunrise.

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship’s sake.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

Economic disaster begins with a philosophy of doing less and wanting more.

If you want to amend your errors, you must begin by amending your philosophy.

I am certainly interested in a tribunal in which, for having used my reason, I was deemed little less than a heretic.

The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

How can you thank a man for giving you what’s already yours? How then can you thank him for giving you only part of what is yours?

Philosophy is written in this grand book, the universe, which stands continually open to our gaze.

I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

Philosophy is written in this grand book, the universe, which stands continually open to our gaze.