Wind Indeed Increases Fire, But Custom Love.

When The Wise Man Opens His Mouth, The Beauties Of His Soul Present Themselves To The View, Like The Statues In A Temple.

There Is Geometry In The Humming Of The Strings, There Is Music In The Spacing Of The Spheres.

Abstain From Animals.

In Anger We Should Refrain Both From Speech And Action.

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.