None Can Be Free Who Is A

Number Was The Substance Of All Things.

The Stars In The Heavens Sing A Music, If Only We Had Ears To Hear

Anger Begins In Folly, And Ends In Repentance.

Let No One Persuade You By Word Or Deed To Do Or Say Whatever Is Not Best For You.

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.