Greater dooms win greater destinies.
The unlike is joined together, and from differences results the most beautiful harmony.
There is but one world common for those who are awake, but when men are asleep, each turns away into a world of his own.
Could you tell night from day? No, I regard all such distinctions as logically impossible.
Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same rivers.
Time is a child playing with droughts. The lordship is to the child.