Reason (n.) has never been seen as ugly by anyone, awake or dreaming.
Reason (n.) mixed with music and poetry is the only guardian that lives inside a person as the lifelong preserver of his virtue.
Reason (n.) is king of heaven and earth — a point on which all the wise agree, exalting themselves while they exalt it.
Reason (n.) is the sovereign part of the soul, a guardian spirit given by god and lodged at the top of the body.
Reason (n.) is lodged in the head as in a tower, with anger in the breast and desire below the heart as its servants.
Reason (n.) enslaved to appetite is allowed to examine only one question: how a little money can be made into great wealth.
Reason (n.) as humans have it may fail to be the good; the true and divine reason is in quite another condition.
Reason (n.) wisely refrains from competing for first prize; its claim is only that it stands nearer than pleasure to whatever makes the mixed life good.
Reason (n.) is not the good itself — it lacks self-sufficiency — but it is infinitely nearer and more akin to the good than pleasure is.
Reason (n.) is the golden cord among the puppet's strings: soft and pliant where the others are tough as iron, so it needs our help to win.
Reason (n.) cannot be looked at directly by mortal eyes; as with the sun, staring would only make darkness at noon, so study an image of it instead.
Reason (n.) is the only voice within that is obeyed: nothing in oneself but the argument that on reflection seems best, and a death sentence does not change the arguments.
Reason (n.) moves like a sphere turning on a lathe: regular, uniform, always round one fixed centre; motion that is erratic and unplanned belongs to unreason.
Reason (n.) is the one virtue not added by habit but belonging to something divine that never loses its power; it becomes useful or harmful only by which way it is turned.
Reason (n.) arrives late, if at all: children are full of spirit from birth, but some never get a share of rational calculation and most get it only late.
Reason (n.) feels a far higher need than merely spelling out appearances by synthetic unity so as to read them as experience; it naturally soars to cognitions no object of experience can ever match.