“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.”

The means or instrument of the first is sense; of the second, dialectic; of the third, intuition.

The vision is such that seeing and seen are one; object and act of vision have become identical.

Withdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful as yet, do as the creator of a statue that is to be made beautiful.

It is precisely because there is nothing within the One that all things are from it.

Never stop working on your statue until the divine glory of virtue shines out on you, until you see self-mastery enthroned upon its holy seat.

Intelligence inbound with the entire of reality, not fenced off, integral to that All. […] Then it was as if One voice sounded.

Being is desirable because it is identical with Beauty, and Beauty is loved because it is Being.

Fear must be entirely banished. The purified soul will fear nothing.

You can only apprehend the Infinite by a faculty that is superior to reason.

Until there shall shine out on you from it the godlike splendour of virtue, until you shall see the perfect goodness surely established in the stainless shrine.

When we look outside of that on which we depend we ignore our unity; looking outward we see many faces; look inward and all is one head.

Pleasure and distress, fear and courage, desire and aversion, where have these affections and experiences their seat?

A dogma recognized throughout antiquity… (that) the soul expiates its sins in the darkness of the infernal regions and… afterwards… passes into new bodies, there to undergo new trials.

God is not external to anyone, but is present with all things, though they are ignorant that He is so.

Knowledge, if it does not determine action, is dead to us.

It is in virtue of unity that beings are beings.

I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.

Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst.

I really like The Cars. They’re just so over the top and super pop, but I don’t feel guilty. I’m proud of all the music I listen to.

I feel like I’ve always wanted to live in one place and stay in one place, but I always end up choosing things that make me travel.

It would actually feel forced or unnatural to try to do a different singing style or to try to change my sound completely.

When I go onstage and am performing the way I want to… I finally feel like myself.

I understand that, because there are so many musicians, you have to make artists into brands, but I sometimes feel like I have to be some kind of non-human icon in order for people to listen to my music.

I shall feel I have done my race a service. Other considerations are of minor importance.