Did not you work the sum out once, Hypatia ?' 'Sit down, my dear father, and eat.

You have tasted no food yet this day.' 'What do I care for food! The inexpressible must be expressed, the work must be done if it cost me the squaring of the circle.

How can he, whose sphere lies above the stars, stoop every moment to earth?
'Ay,' she answered, half bitterly, 'and would that we could live without food, and imitate perfectly the immortal gods.

But while we are in this prison-house of matter, we must wear our chain; even wear it gracefully, if we have the good taste; and make the base necessities of this body of shame symbolic of the divine food of the reason.

There is fruit, with lentils and rice, waiting for you in the next room; and bread, unless you despise it too much.' 'The food of slaves!' he answered.