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

I am what libraries and librarians have made me, with little assistance from a professor of Greek and poets

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."

You cannot step into the same river twice.

War is the father and king of all.

Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.

All things flow, nothing abides.