An Aristotle was but the rubbish of an Adam, and Athens but the rudiments of Paradise.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Basically, Aristotle believed that every time you behaved unkind and immorally - performing actions your soul was not proud of - you tarnished your soul. The worst shape your soul became in, the worst shape your mood and spirit.
Plato was a bore.
It is doubtless one of Aristotle's great services that he conceived so clearly the truth that literature is a thing that grows and has a history.
To Adam Paradise was home. To the good among his descendants home is paradise.
Yet Aristotle's excellence of substance, so far from being associated with the grand style, is associated with something that at times comes perilously near jargon.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
Prohibition didn't work in the Garden of Eden. Adam ate the apple.
True contentment depends not upon what we have; a tub was large enough for Diogenes, but a world was too little for Alexander.
I would like to be refered to as 'The Big Aristotle'.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.