Marcus Aurelius Quotes

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Infinity? It attracts us like a floodlight in the night.

We can conceive of eternity because we cannot conceive of a cessation of time. We can conceive of infinite space because we cannot conceive of so much matter that our imagination will not stand upon the farthest star and see infinite space beyond.

I love the sea because it is boundless.

The infinite! No other question has ever moved so profoundly the spirit of man.

No other question has ever moved so profoundly the spirit of man; no other idea has so fruitfully stimulated his intellect; yet no other concept stands in greater need of clarification than that of the infinite.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.

To him it is an ocean, unfathomable, and without a shore.

Space is to place as eternity is to time.

All things are infinite both in number and in smallness; for the small also is infinite. And when they are all together, the parts are not clear and distinct because of their smallness

The vastness of Russia devours us.

Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn't have limits.

And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

Moreover, the universe as a whole is infinite, for whatever is limited has an outermost edge to limit it, and such an edge is defined by something beyond. Since the universe has no edge, it has no limit; and since it lacks a limit, it is infinite and unbounded. Moreover, the universe is infinite both in the number of its atoms and in the extent of its void.

I can't help it, the idea of the infinite torments me.

The poetic notion of infinity is far greater than that which is sponsored by any creed.

If any philosopher had been asked for a definition of infinity, he might have produced some unintelligible rigmarole, but he would certainly not have been able to give a definition that had any meaning at all.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.

The Infinite cannot be measured. The plan of Nature is so immense, but she has no plan, no scheme, but to go on and on forever. What is size, what is time, distance, to the Infinite? Nothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.

You are the sky. Everything else - it’s just the weather.

Something is infinite if, taking it quantity by quantity, we can always take something outside.

Let man then contemplate the whole of nature in her full and grand majesty... No idea approaches it. We may enlarge our conceptions beyond all imaginable space; we only produce atoms in comparison with the reality of things. It is an infinite sphere, the center of which is everywhere, the circumference nowhere.