A dry soul is wisest and best.

One must know that war is common, justice is strife, and everything happens according to strife and necessity.

Under the comb, the tangle and the straight path are the same.

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.

A blow to the head will confuse a man's thinking, a blow to the foot has no such effect, this cannot be the result of an immaterial soul.

To God all things are fair and good and right, but men hold some things wrong and some right.

The waking have one common world, but the sleeping turn aside each into a world of his own