And in the case of superior things like stars, we discover a kind of unity in separation. The higher we rise on the scale of being, the easier it is to discern a connection even among things separated by vast distances.

Receive without conceit, release without struggle.

This that I am, whatever it be, is mere flesh and a little breath and the ruling Reason.

And not to think of philosophy as your instructor, but as the sponge and egg white that relieve ophthalmia—as a soothing ointment, a warm lotion.

It stares you in the face. No role is so well suited to philosophy as the one you happen to be in right now.

The secret of all victory lies in the organization of the non-obvious.

The blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it.