No same man could walk through the same river twice, as the man and the river have since changed.

Where there is no strife there is decay: 'The mixture which is not shaken decomposes.'

War is the father and king of all.

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

There is nothing permanent in the world except change.

The best people renounce all for one goal, the eternal fame of mortals; but most people stuff themselves like cattle.

For when is death not within our selves? And as Heracleitus says: “Living and dead are the same, and so are awake and asleep, young and old. The former when shifted are the latter, and again the latter when shifted are the former."