When the wise man opens his mouth, the beauties of his soul present themselves to the view, like the statues in a temple.

Reason is immortal, all else mortal.

Friends are as companions on a journey, who ought to aid each other to persevere in the road to a happier life.

There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.

Numbers have a way of taking a man by the hand and leading him down the path of reason.

Time is the soul of this world.

Animals share with us the privilege of having a soul.