Much learning does not teach sense.
Time is a child playing with droughts. The lordship is to the child.
The Cosmos was not made by gods but always was and is eternal fire.
Everything flows and nothing abides; everything gives way and nothing stays fixed... Cool things become warm, the warm grows cool; the moist dries, the parched becomes moist... It is in changing that things find repose.
Under the comb, the tangle and the straight path are the same.
May you have plenty of wealth, you men of Ephesus, in order that you may be punished for your evil ways