Having glimpsed a small part of life, men rise up and disappear as smoke, knowing only what each one has learned.
[On the volcano.] And many a fire there burns beneath the ground.
At one time through love all things come together into one, at another time through strife s hatred, they are borne each of them apart.
Earth's sweat, the sea.
None of the gods has formed the world, nor has any man, it has always been.
For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.