Knowledge of divine things for the most part is lost to us by incredulity.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

To God everything is beautiful, good, and just; humans, however, think some things are unjust and others just.

Everything flows and nothing abides; everything gives way and nothing stays fixed... Cool things become warm, the warm grows cool; the moist dries, the parched becomes moist... It is in changing that things find repose.

I see nothing but Becoming. Be not deceived! It is the fault of your limited outlook and not the fault of the essence of things if you believe that you see firm land anywhere in the ocean of Becoming and Passing. You need names for things, just as if they had a rigid permanence, but the very river in which you bathe a second time is no longer the same one which you entered before

Religion is a disease, but it is a noble disease.

Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.