He Buries Gold Who Hides The Truth.

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.

There Is No Word Or Action But Has Its Echo In Eternity.

Reason Is Immortal, All Else Mortal.

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

Wind Indeed Increases Fire, But Custom Love.