If Ever The Divine Appeared On Earth,

The Art Of Living Rightly Is Like All Arts; It Must Be Learned And Practiced With Incessant Care.

Some Books Seem To Have Been Written, Not To Teach Us Anything, But To Let Us Know That The Author Has Known Something.

All Intelligent Thoughts Have Already Been Thought; What Is Necessary Is Only To Try To Think Them Again.

The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

Ye Great Teachers: Listen To What You Say!