The awake share a common world, but the asleep turn aside into private worlds.
Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.
There is a stability in the Universe because of the orderly and balanced process of change, the same measure coming out as going in, as if reality were a huge fire that inhaled and exhaled equal amounts.
Where there is no strife there is decay: 'The mixture which is not shaken decomposes.'
The sun is new each day.
Nothing endures but change. There is nothing permanent except change. All is flux, nothing stays still.