No Man Is Happy Who Does Not

The Universal Nature Out Of The Universal Substance, As If It Were Wax, Now Molds A Horse, And When It Has Broken This Up, It Uses The Material For A Tree, Then For A Man, Then For Something Else.

That Which Is Really Beautiful Has No Need Of Anything; Not More Than Law, Not More Than Truth, Not More Than Benevolence Or Modesty.

That Which Comes After Ever Conforms To That Which Has Gone Before.

Nothing Proceeds From Nothingness, As Also Nothing Passes Away Into Non-existence.

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