The waking have one common world, but the sleeping turn aside each into a world of his own

Under the comb, the tangle and the straight path are the same.

Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things.

The only constant is change. Unless you get a small group of neighbors together to stop it.

You won't discover the limits of the soul, however far you go.

A blow to the head will confuse a man's thinking, a blow to the foot has no such effect, this cannot be the result of an immaterial soul.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.