Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing. The rest is mere sheep herding.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends$$$ and where the other begins?

Mysteries force a man to think$$$ and so injure his health.

I would define$$$ in brief$$$ the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

A man's grammar$$$ like Caesar's wife$$$ should not only be pure$$$ but above suspicion of impurity.

Withdraw into yourself and look.

You should not honor men more than truth.

Ignorance$$$ the root and stem of every evil.

Thinking: The talking of the soul with itself.

Let me into the secrets you would prefer no one to know.