“There is one and the same soul in many bodies.”

As the eye waits on the rising of the Sun which in its own time appears above the horizon and gives itself to our sight.

And this is the life of the Gods, and of Godlike men, a life without love of the world, a flight of the Alone to the Alone.

The stars are like letters that inscribe themselves at every moment in the sky.

Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.

In this state of absorbed contemplation, there is no longer any question of holding an object in view.

Beauty addresses itself chiefly to sight, but there is a beauty for the hearing too.

If someone with the right conduct tries to attain to something that lies outside of it, is his goal not the right conduct.

Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.

Before we had our becoming here, we existed There, men other than now; we were pure souls.

One word was uttered and from every side an ear attended and received and there was an effective hearing.

It is bad enough to be condemned to drag around this image in which nature has imprisoned me.

Knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly.

Clearly, either in the Soul alone, or in the Soul as employing the body, or in some third entity deriving from both. And for this third entity, again, there are two possible modes: it might be either a blend or a distinct form due to the blending.

One principle must make the universe a single complex living creature, one from all.

I am striving to give back the Divine in myself to the Divine in the All.

Nature is but an image of wisdom, the last thing of the soul; nature being a thing which doth only do, but not know.

Many companies aspire to change the world. But very few have all the elements required: talent, resources and perseverance. Microsoft has proven that it has all three in abundance.

You can only do so many things great, and you should cast aside everything else.

The truth is, many things are worth doing only in the most slovenly, halfhearted fashion possible, and many other things are not worth doing at all.

The fact that a great many people believe something is no guarantee of its truth.

One wants in a Prime Minister a good many things, but not very great things. He should be clever but need not be a genius; he should be conscientious but by no means strait-laced.

Many a family tree needs trimming

I am a person who has many dreams. But as soon as I accomplish one, I move on to the next. That’s my fatal, absurd nature.

I believe that many politicians think this has been the way it has always been, so what’s the problem?