Do Not Talk A Little On Many

As Soon As You Awake, In Order Lay The Actions To Be Done The Coming Day.

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.

We Ought Not To Quit Our Post Without The Permission Of Him Who Commands; The Post Of Man Is Life.

Concern Should Drive Us Into Action And Not Into A Depression. No Man Is Free Who Cannot Control Himself.

As Long As Man Continues To Be The Ruthless Destroyer Of Lower Living Beings He Will Never Know Health Or Peace. For As Long As Men Massacre Animals, They Will Kill Each Other.