When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.
Life is a child moving counters in a game.
There is harmony in the tension of opposites, as in the case of the bow and lyre.
The opposite is beneficial; from things that differ comes the fairest attunement; all things are born through strife.
If you went in search of it, you would not find the boundaries of the soul, though you traveled every road-so deep is its measure [logos].
God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger.