A Thought Is An Idea In Transit.

Music Is The Harmonization Of Opposites; The Conciliation Of Warring Elements

He Who Knoweth Not What He Ought To Know, Is A Brute Beast Among Men; He That Knoweth No More Than He Hath Need Of, Is A Man Among Brute Beasts; And He That Knoweth All That May Be Known, Is As A God Among Men.

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.

Oh, My Fellow Men, Do Not Defile Your Bodies With Sinful Foods. We Have Corn, We Have Apples Bending Down The Branches With Their Weight, And Grapes Swelling On The Vines. There Are Sweet-flavored Herbs, And Vegetables Which Can Be Cooked And Softened Over The Fire, Nor Are You Denied Milk Or Thyme-scented Honey. The Earth Affords A Lavish Supply Of Riches, 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.

As Soon As Laws Are Necessary For Men, They Are No Longer Fit For Freedom.