He Buries Gold Who Hides The Truth.

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.

Repect Yourself... The Rest Will Follow.

We Come From God. As The Tree From The Root And The Stream From The Spring; That's Why We Should Always Be In Contact With Him, As The Trunk From The Root. Because The Stream Dries Up When It Is Separated From The Spring And The Tree Dies When Is Uprooted.

Numbers Rule The Universe.

Power Is The Near Neighbour Of Necessity.