It is weariness to keep toiling at the same things so that one becomes ruled by them.
Things of which there is sight, hearing, apprehension, these I prefer.
There is nothing permanent in the world except change.
You may travel far and wide but never will you find the boundaries of the soul.
The fairest order in the world is a heap of random sweepings.
For when is death not within our selves? And as Heracleitus says: “Living and dead are the same, and so are awake and asleep, young and old. The former when shifted are the latter, and again the latter when shifted are the former."