Nature is accustomed to hide itself.

The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.

Man is on earth as in an egg.

History is a child building a sand-castle by the sea, and that child is the whole majesty of man's power in the world.

If it were not for injustice, men would not know justice.

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 by conflict of opposites.