Knowledge, if it does not determine action, is dead to us.
Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.
Nature is but an image of wisdom, the last thing of the soul; nature being a thing which doth only do, but not know.
Become vision itself.
The Soul of each one of us is sent, that the universe may be complete.
A dogma recognized throughout antiquity... (that) the soul expiates its sins in the darkness of the infernal regions and... afterwards... passes into new bodies, there to undergo new trials.