All things come into being by conflict of opposites.

The unlike is joined together, and from differences results the most beautiful harmony.

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."

From out of all the many particulars comes oneness, and out of oneness come all the many particulars.

Nature loves to hide.

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

The gods are immortal men, and men are mortal gods.