There is but one world common for those who are awake, but when men are asleep, each turns away into a world of his own.
War is the father and king of all: some he has made gods, and some men; some slaves and some free.
When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.
Nature loves to hide.
The unlike is joined together, and from differences results the most beautiful harmony.
Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.