The Soul Is Neither Inside

The Soul Is Neither Inside Nor Outside The Body; Neither Proximate To Nor Separate From It.

But The Universe, As A Collection Of Finite Things, Presents Itself As A Kind Of Island Situated In A Pure Vacuity To Which Time, Regarded As A Series Of Mutually Exclusive Moments, Is Nothing And Does Nothing.

Everything That Possesses Life Dies If It Has To Live In Uncongenial Surroundings.

The Intellect Of Two Thousand Asses Cannot Bring Forth A Single Man's Thought.

The Possessor Of A Sound Heart Puts To Test His Power By Entering Into Big Adventures.