Everything flows and nothing abides. Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.
All men have the capacity of knowing themselves and acting with moderation.
The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.
Nothing is, everything is becoming.
Those unmindful when they hear, for all they make of their intelligence, may be regarded as the walking dead.
Knowledge of divine things for the most part is lost to us by incredulity.