Number Was The Substance Of All Things.

Wind Indeed Increases Fire, But Custom Love.

Let Not Sleep Fall Upon Thy Eyes Till Thou Has Thrice Reviewed The Transactions Of The Past Day. Where Have I Turned Aside From Rectitude? What Have I Been Doing? What Have I Left Undone, Which I Ought To Have Done?

Envy Has Been, Is, And Shall Be, The Destruction Of Many. What Is There, That Envy Hath Not Defamed, Or Malice Left Undefiled? Truly, No Good Thing.

The Animals Share With Us The Privilege Of Having A Soul 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! In The Midst Of Such Wealth As Earth, The Best Of Mothers, Provides, Yet Nothing Satisfies You, But To Behave Like The Cyclopes, Inflicting Sorry Wounds With Cruel Teeth! You Cannot Appease The Hungry Cravings Of Your Wicked, Gluttonous Stomachs Except By Destroying Some Other Life.

Choose Rather To Be Strong Of Soul Than Strong Of Body.