All things flow, nothing abides. You cannot step into the same river twice, for the waters are continually flowing on. Nothing is permanent except change.
There is harmony in the tension of opposites, as in the case of the bow and lyre.
Nature is wont to hide herself.
All is flux, nothing is stationary.
It is wise to listen, not to me but to the Word, and to confess that all things are one.
Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung.