Perfect Numbers Like Perfect Men

He Who Hid Well, Lived Well.

The Object Of Music Is A Sound. The End; To Delight, And Move Various Affections In Us.

Nothing Is More Fairly Distributed Than Common Sense: No One Thinks He Needs More Of It Than He Already Has.

The First Precept Was Never To Accept A Thing As True Until I Knew It As Such Without A Single Doubt.

It Must Not Be Thought That It Is Ever Possible To Reach The Interior Earth By Any Perseverance In Mining: Both Because The Exterior Earth Is Too Thick, In Comparison With Human Strength; And Especially Because Of The Intermediate Waters, Which Would Gush Forth With Greater Impetus, The Deeper The Place In Which Their Veins Were First Opened; And Which Would Drown All Miners.