Haste trips up its own heels, fetters and stops itself.

Our Creator shall continue to dwell above the sky, and that is where those on earth will end their thanksgiving.

Nothing is void of God, his work is everywhere his full of himself.

Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

If true, the Pythagorean principles as to abstain from flesh, foster innocence; if ill-founded they at least teach us frugality, and what loss have you in losing your cruelty? It merely deprives you of the food of lions and vultures...let us ask what is best - not what is customary. Let us love temperance - let us be just - let us refrain from bloodshed.

You should keep on learning as long as there is something you do not know.