Let a man use great reverence and manners to himself.
There is no word or action but has its echo in Eternity.
God built the universe on numbers.
When the wise man opens his mouth, the beauties of his soul present themselves to the view, like the statues in a temple.
Thought is an Idea in transit, which when once released, never can be lured back, nor the spoken word recalled.
It is required to find the infinitely big inside what's infinitely small to feel the presence of God.