Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.
Under the comb, the tangle and the straight path are the same.
The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the light of day.
The people should fight for the law as for their city wall.
War is the mother of everything.
From out of all the many particulars comes oneness, and out of oneness come all the many particulars.