Truth Is The Daughter Of Time, And

We Do Not Ask What Hope Of Gain Makes A Little Bird Warble, Since We Know That It Takes Delight In Singing Because It Is For That Very Singing That The Bird Was Made, So There Is No Need To Ask Why The Human Mind Undertakes Such Toil In Seeking Out These Secrets Of The Heavens. ... And Just As Other Animals, And The Human Body, Are Sustained By Food And Drink, So The Very Spirit Of Man, Which Is Something Distinct From Man, Is Nourished, Is Increased, And In A Sense Grows Up On This Diet Of Knowledge, And Is More Like The Dead Than The Living If It Is Touched By No Desire For These Things.

The Creator, The Fountain Of All Wisdom, The Approver Of Perpetual Order, The Eternal And Superessential Spring Of Geometry And Harmonics.

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.

Nothing Which Consists Of Corporeal Matter Is Absolutely Light, But That Is Comparatively Lighter Which Is Rarer, Either By Its Own Nature, Or By Accidental Heat. And It Is Not To Be Thought That Light Bodies Are Escaping To The Surface Of The Universe While They Are Carried Upwards, Or That They Are Not Attracted By The Earth. They Are Attracted, But In A Less Degree, And So Are Driven Outwards By The Heavy Bodies; Which Being Done, They Stop, And Are Kept By The Earth In Their Own Place.

Nature Uses As Little As Possible Of Anything.