There is harmony in the tension of opposites, as in the case of the bow and lyre.
Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.
The unlike is joined together, and from differences results the most beautiful harmony.
War is the father and king of all.
I am what libraries and librarians have made me, with little assistance from a professor of Greek and poets
Life has the name of life, but in reality it is death.