Souls never die, but always on quitting one abode pass to another. All things change, nothing perishes. The soul passes hither and thither, occupying now this body, now that... As a wax is stamped with certain figures, then melted, then stamped anew with others, yet it is always the same wax. So, the Soul being always the same, yet wears at different times different forms.

Time is the soul of this world.

A blow from your friend is better than a kiss from your enemy.

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

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

So in life, some enter the services of fame and others money, but the best choice is that of those few who spend their time in the contemplation of nature, and as lovers of wisdom.

Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.