“We must not run after it, but we must fit ourselves for the vision and then wait tranquilly for it.”

Beauty is rather a light that plays over the symmetry of things than that symmetry itself.

The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father.

If a man could but be turned about, he would see at once God and himself and the All.

The Soul of each one of us is sent, that the universe may be complete.

Everything in the world is full of signs. All events are coordinated. All things depend on each other. Everything breathes together.

We must close our eyes and invoke a new manner of seeing…a wakefulness that is the birthright of us all, though few put it to use.

But coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls.

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

The soul that beholds beauty becomes beautiful.

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.