Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.

The seeing have the world in common.

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.

It is hard to contend against one's heart's desire; for whatever it wishes to have it buys at the cost of soul.

To do the same thing over and over again is not only boredom: it is to be controlled by rather than to control what you do.

Men who wish to know about the world must learn about it in its particular details.

Presumption must be quenched even more than a fire.