Everything Is In A State Of Metamorphosis.

Life Is A Warfare And A Stranger's Sojourn, And After Fame Is Oblivion.

This Thou Must Always Bear In Mind, What Is The Nature Of The Whole, And What Is My Nature, And How This Is Related To That, And What Kind Of A Part It Is Of What Kind Of A Whole; And That There Is No One Who Hinders Thee From Always Doing And Saying The Things Which Are According To The Nature Of Which Thou Art A Part.

This Is Enough. Do Not Add, And Why Were Such Things Made In The World?

The Soul Is Dyed By The Thoughts. Dye It Then, With A Continuous Series Of Such Thoughts As These - That Where A Man Can Live, There - If He Will - He Can Also Live Well.

If Any Man Has Done Wrong, The Harm Is His Own. But Perhaps He Has Not Done Wrong.