God Built The Universe On Numbers.

Thought Is An Idea In Transit, Which When Once Released, Never Can Be Lured Back, Nor The Spoken Word Recalled.

Souls Never Die, But Always On Quitting One Abode Pass To Another. All Things Change, Nothing Perishes. The Soul Passes Hither And Thither, Occupying Now This Body, Now That... As A Wax Is Stamped With Certain Figures, Then Melted, Then Stamped Anew With Others, Yet It Is Always The Same Wax. So, The Soul Being Always The Same, Yet Wears At Different Times Different Forms.

You Will Know That Wretched Men Are The Cause Of Their Own Suffering, Who Neither See Nor Hear The Good That Is Near Them, And Few Are The Ones Who Know How To Secure Release From Their Troubles.

It Is Difficult To Walk At One And The Same Time Many Paths Of Life.

Power Is The Near Neighbour Of Necessity.