We Find, Therefore, Under This Orderly Arrangement,

On How The Motion Of A Planet Defines Its Sphere: ... And Thus It Comes About Gradually By The Linking And Accumulation Of A Great Many Revolutions That A Kind Of Concave Sphere Is Displayed, Having The Same Center As The Sun, Just As By A Great Many Circles Of Silken Thread, Linked With Each Other And Wound Together, The Dwelling Of A Silkworm Is Made.

Nature Loves Simplicity And Unity.

Either... The Moving Intelligences Of The Planets Are Weakest In Those That Are Farthest From The Sun, Or... There Is One Moving Intelligence In The Sun, The Common Center, Forcing Them All Round, But Those Most Violently Which Are Nearest, And That It Languishes In Some Sort And Grows Weaker At The Most Distant, Because Of The Remoteness And The Attenuation Of The Virtue.

Repudiating The Sensible World, Which He Neither Sees Himself Nor Believes From Those Who Have, The Peripatetic Joins Combat By Childish Quibbling In A World On Paper, And Denies The Sun Shines Because He Himself Is Blind.

Geometry Is The Archetype Of The Beauty Of The World.