It Is Better To Be Silent, Than

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.

Number Is The Within Of All Things.

The Highest Goal Of Music Is To Connect One's Soul To Their Divine Nature, Not Entertainment

Do Not Despise Anyone: An Atom Shadowing.

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!