The Fool Tells Me His Reason; The

That In The Soul Which Is Called The Mind Is, Before It Thinks, Not Actually Any Real Thing.

The True Nature Of Anything Is What It Becomes At Its Highest.

Injustice Results As Much From Treating Unequals Equally As From Treating Equals Unequally.

We Ought, So Far As It Lies Within Our Power, To Aspire To Immortality, And Do All That We Can To Live In Conformity With The Highest That Is Within Us; For Even If It Is Small In Quantity, In Power And Preciousness, It Far Excels All The Rest.

This Body Is Not A Home, But An Inn; And That Only For A Short Time. Seneca Friendship Is Composed Of A Single Soul Inhabiting Two Bodies.