There Are Men And Gods, And Beings

As Long As Man Continues To Be The Ruthless Destroyer Of Lower Living Beings He Will Never Know Health Or Peace. For As Long As Men Massacre Animals, They Will Kill Each Other.

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.

A Good Soul Hath Neither Too Great Joy, Nor Too Great Sorrow: For It Rejoiceth In Goodness; And It Sorroweth In Wickedness. By The Means Whereof, When It Beholdeth All Things, And Seeth The Good And Bad So Mingled Together, It Can Neither Rejoice Greatly; Nor Be Grieved With Over Much Sorrow.

Rest Satisfied With Doing Well, And Leave Others To Talk Of You As They Please.

When The Wise Man Opens His Mouth, The Beauties Of His Soul Present Themselves To The View, Like The Statues In A Temple.