It Is Difficult To Walk At One

The Animals Share With Us The Privilege Of Having A Soul Alas, What Wickedness To Swallow Flesh Into Our Own Flesh, To Fatten Our Greedy Bodies By Cramming In Other Bodies, To Have One Living Creature Fed By The Death Of Another! In The Midst Of Such Wealth As Earth, The Best Of Mothers, Provides, Yet Nothing Satisfies You, But To Behave Like The Cyclopes, Inflicting Sorry Wounds With Cruel Teeth! You Cannot Appease The Hungry Cravings Of Your Wicked, Gluttonous Stomachs Except By Destroying Some Other Life.

There Is No Word Or Action But Has Its Echo In Eternity.

The Earth Affords A Lavish Supply Of Richess Of Innocent Foods, And Offers You Banquets That Involve No Bloodshed Or Slaughter; Only Beasts Satisfy Their Hunger With Flesh, And Not Even All Of Those, Because Horses, Cattle, And Sheep Live On Grass.

Geometry Is Knowledge Of The Eternally Existent.

Neither Will The Horse Be Adjudged To Be Generous, That Is Sumptuously Adorned, But The Horse Whose Nature Is Illustrious; Nor Is The Man Worthy Who Possesses Great Wealth, But He Whose Soul Is Generous.