The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.
Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.
The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.