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.
Men who wish to know about the world must learn about it in its particular details.
Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.
There is harmony in the tension of opposites, as in the case of the bow and lyre.
Much learning does not teach sense.
The waking have one common world, but the sleeping turn aside each into a world of his own