“We may treat of the Soul as in the body – whether it be set above it or actually within it – since the association of the two constitutes the one thing called the living organism, the Animate.Now from this relation.”

We are not separated from spirit, we are in it.

Now we are become a dual thing, no longer that which we were at first, dormant, and in a sense no longer present.

Withdraw into yourself and look.

Each one of us is part of the soul of the universe

Knowing demands the organ fitted to the object.

Cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labour to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiselling your statue.

From the Soul using the body as an instrument, it does not follow that the Soul must share the body’s experiences: a man does not himself feel all the experiences of the tools with which he is working.

We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order.

We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order; knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly.

The world is knowable, harmonious, and good.

As in certain combinations so words and in all kinds of music; for melodies and cadences are beautiful; and minds that lift themselves above the realm of sense to a higher order are aware of beauty in the conduct of life.

In actions, in character, in the pursuits of the intellect; and there is the beauty of the virtues.

Become vision itself.

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.

Changes and progress very rarely are gifts from above. They come out of struggles from below.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

The day you stop doing the small things is the day you think you’re above everybody else.

There is in fact no such thing as art for art’s sake, art that stands above classes, art that is detached from or independent of politics. Proletarian literature and art are part of the whole proletarian revolutionary cause.

One can not be an American by going about saying that one is an American. It is necessary to feel America, like America, love America and then work.

Be amusing: never tell unkind stories; above all, never tell long ones.

It is the artist who realizes that there is a supreme force above him and works gladly away as a small apprentice under God’s heaven.

If you train your mind to search for the positive things about other people.