He Who Owns A Hundred

Not By Lamentations And Mournful Chants Ought We To Celebrate The Funeral Of A Good Man, But By Hymns; For, Ion Ceasing To Be Numbered With Mortals, He Enters Upon The Heritage Of A Diviner Life. Since He Is Gone Where He Feels No Pain, Let Us Not Indulge In Too Much Grief. The Soul Is Incapable Of Death. And He, Like A Bird Not Long Enough In His Cage To Become Attached To It, Is Free To Fly Away To A Purer Air. . . . Since We Cherish A Trust Like This, Let Our Outward Actions Be In Accord With It, And Let Us Keep Our Hearts Pure And Our Minds Calm.

Riches For The Most Part Are Hurtful To Them That Possess Them.

The Worship Most Acceptable To God Comes From A Thankful And Cheerful Heart.

Rather I Fear On The Contrary That While We Banish Painful Thoughts We May Banish Memory As Well.

As Meander Says, "for Our Mind Is God;" And As Heraclitus, "man's Genius Is A Deity."