Things of which there is sight, hearing, apprehension, these I prefer.
The gods are immortal men, and men are mortal gods.
You may travel far and wide but never will you find the boundaries of the soul.
Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.
A drunk man, staggering and mindless, must be led home by his son, so wet is his psyche... Water brings death to the psyche, as earth brings death to water... The psyche lusts to be wet.
The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think and what you do is who you become.