What The Philosopher Is Seeking Is Not

The Slow Arrow Of Beauty. The Noblest Kind Of Beauty Is That Which Does Not Transport Us Suddenly, Which Does Not Make Stormy And Intoxicating Impressions Such A Kind Easily Arouses Disgust But That Which Slowly Filters Into Our Minds.

He Who Recites Dramatic Works Makes Discoveries About His Own Character.

The Thousand Mysteries Around Us Would Not Trouble But Interest Us, If Only We Had Cheerful, Healthy Hearts.

There Are The Terrible Ones Who Carry About In Themselves The Beast Of Prey, And Have No Choice Except Lusts Or Self-laceration. And Even Their Lusts Are Self-laceration.

You Who Hate The Jews So, Why Did You Adopt Their Religion?