Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Astrology, the noblest of sciences.
One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.
The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people