Change is the only constant.

There is a stability in the Universe because of the orderly and balanced process of change, the same measure coming out as going in, as if reality were a huge fire that inhaled and exhaled equal amounts.

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.

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.

What is divine escapes men's notice because of their incredulity.

It is in changing that things find purpose.

What we have caught and what we have killed we have left behind, but what has escaped us we bring with us.