Numbers Have A Way Of Taking A

Abstain From Animals.

The Earth Affords A Lavish Supply Of Richess Of Innocent Foods, And Offers You Banquets That Involve No Bloodshed Or Slaughter; Only Beasts Satisfy Their Hunger With Flesh, And Not Even All Of Those, Because Horses, Cattle, And Sheep Live On Grass.

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.

The Stars In The Heavens Sing A Music, If Only We Had Ears To Hear

Declining From The Public Ways, Walk In Unfrequented Paths.