Hate And Fear Breed A Poison In

As The Sea-crab Swimmeth Always Against The Stream, So Doth Wit Always Against Wisdom.

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

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.

Disbelieve Nothing Wonderful Concerning The Gods, Nor Concerning Divine Dogmas.

So In Life, Some Enter The Services Of Fame And Others Money, But The Best Choice Is That Of Those Few Who Spend Their Time In The Contemplation Of Nature, And As Lovers Of Wisdom.