I pray you, magnificent Sir, do not trouble yourself to return to us, but await our coming to you.

Make then your forecasts, my lords Astrologers, with your slavish physicians, by means of those astrolabes with which you seek to discern the fantastic nine moving spheres; in these you finally imprison your own minds, so that you appear to me but as parrots in a cage, while I watch you dancing up and down, turning and hopping within those circles.

The wise soul feareth not death; rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion.

The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.

God is the universal substance in existing things. He comprises all things. He is the fountain of all being. In Him exists everything that is.

You explain right well, and you shew that you understand argument and are not a mere sophist since you accept that which cannot be denied.

Perchance you who pronounce my sentence are in greater fear than I who receive it.