He Is Not Rich, That Enjoyeth Not

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!

Music Is The Harmonization Of Opposites; The Conciliation Of Warring Elements

Love That Shines From Within Cannot Be Darkened By Obstacles Of The World Of Consequences!

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.

Begin Thus From The First Act, And Proceed; And, In Conclusion, At The Ill Which Thou Hast Done, Be Troubled, And Rejoice For The Good.