“Iris from sea brings wind or mighty rain.”

What is lawful is not binding only on some and not binding on others. Lawfulness extends everywhere, through the wide-ruling air and the boundless light of the sky.

What is right may properly be uttered even twice.

None of the gods has formed the world, nor has any man, it has always been.

Earth’s sweat, the sea.

The sea is the sweat of the earth.

[On the volcano.] And many a fire there burns beneath the ground.

Many fires burn below the surface.

For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.

There are forces in nature called Love and Hate. The force of Love causes elements to be attracted to each other and to be built up into some particular form or person, and the force of Hate causes the decomposition of things.

Blessed is he who has acquired a wealth of divine wisdom, but miserable he in whom there rests a dim opinion concerning the gods.

But come, hear my words, for truly learning causes the mind to grow. For as I said before in declaring the ends of my words: Twofold is the truth I shall speak; for at one time there grew to be the one alone out of many, and at another time it separated so that there were many out of the one; fire and water and earth and boundless height of air, and baneful Strife apart from these, balancing each of them, and Love among them, their equal in length and breadth.

Having glimpsed a small part of life, men rise up and disappear as smoke, knowing only what each one has learned.

Each man believes only his experience.

At one time through love all things come together into one, at another time through strife s hatred, they are borne each of them apart.

I find, even though it’s raining, I just go outside. I look outside and I’m just so blessed to see it and to experience it, because for such a long time I was just indoors.

Tears are my weapon to hide my pain just like thunder hides the sound of rain.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The rain that’s been so heavy, is only a reminder of the harvest that’s coming.

A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.

What do you do when it rains?” The captain answered frankly. “I get wet.

I am happy on my own so here I’ll stay. Save your loving arms for a rainy day.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.