Love That Shines From Within Cannot Be

As The Sea-crab Swimmeth Always Against The Stream, So Doth Wit Always Against Wisdom.

Number Was The Substance Of All Things.

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.

Reason Is Immortal, All Else Mortal.

None But God Is Wise.