Much learning does not teach sense.
All things are in a state of flux.
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.
Where there is no strife there is decay: 'The mixture which is not shaken decomposes.'
He who hears not me but the logos will say: All is one.
Those who are awake all live in the same world. Those who are asleep live in their own worlds.