Through itself the soul arrives at all harmony that is perceptible in otherness-just as through what is internal the soul arrives at what is external.

All we know of the truth is that the absolute truth, such as it is, is beyond our reach.

Divinity is in all things in such a way that all things are in divinity.

God says to man: 'Be thou thyself, and I shall be thine.'

All things are in the intended endpoint, and this mode of being is called will or desire.

In humility alone lies true greatness, and knowledge and wisdom are profitable only in so far as our lives are governed by them.

Love is subsequent to knowledge and to the thing known, for nothing unknown is loved.

There will be a machina mundi whose centre, so to speak, is everywhere, whose circumference is nowhere, for God is its circumference and centre and He is everywhere and nowhere.

Since beings desire to exist, because to exist is a good thing: they desire the One without which they cannot exist.

In every science certain things must be accepted as first principles if the subject matter is to be understood; and these first postulates rest upon faith.

In creating the world, God used arithmetic, geometry, and likewise astronomy.

What's wrong with (Captain) Jack Aubrey?""Everything, since he has a command and I have not.

I mean I tried to transform myself through characters throughout my career.

By prevailing over all obstacles and distractions, one may unfailingly arrive at his chosen goal or destination.

What man condemns in others, he attracts to himself.

Gosh, I love saying Booyakasha! I keep finding new ways to say it. I love saying Booyakasha.

The idea of abstracting away the one thing that must be blindingly fast, the kernel, is inherently counter productive.

Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.” “Just most things.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

If you feel tired midway through, give Neil Patrick Harris a Red Bull and throw some sheet music at him.

Everybody's in love when they're eighteen. And everybody gets dumped.