Nature loves to hide.

A drunk man, staggering and mindless, must be led home by his son, so wet is his psyche... Water brings death to the psyche, as earth brings death to water... The psyche lusts to be wet.

All things come into being through opposition and all are in flux like a river

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

To God everything is beautiful, good, and just; humans, however, think some things are unjust and others just.

It is weariness to keep toiling at the same things so that one becomes ruled by them.

Could you tell night from day? No, I regard all such distinctions as logically impossible.