“Mortals have made up their minds to name two forms, one of which they should not name, and that is where they go astray from the truth.”

Give me the power to produce fever and I’ll cure all disease.

It is indifferent to me where I am to begin, for there shall I return again.

To be and to have meaning are the same.

It is all one to me where I begin; for I shall come back again there.

Tis necessary for thee to learn all things, both the abiding essence of persuasive truth, and men’s opinions in which rests no true belief.

Let reason alone decide.

Or how could it come into being ? If it came into being, it is not; nor is it if it is going to be in the future.

The only thing that overcomes hard luck is hard work.

Meet it is that thou shouldst learn all things, as well the unshaken heart of persuasive truth, as the opinions of mortals in which is no true belief at all.

Now that all things have been named light and night, and the names which belong to the power of each have been assigned to these things and to those, everything is full at once of light and dark night, both equal, since neither has ought to do with the other.

Being alone is and nothing is altogether not.

We can speak and think only of what exists. And what exists is uncreated and imperishable for it is whole and unchanging and complete. It was not or nor shall be different since it is now, all at once, one and continuous.

Thou canst not recognize not-being (for this is impossible), nor couldst thou speak of it, for thought and being are same.

It is the same thing that can be thought and for the sake of which thought exists.

Wherefore all these things are but the names which mortals have given, believing them to be true.

I trust my instincts. I don’t distrust them. They haven’t led me astray. It’s when I’ve made up my mind to be efficient that is when I have gone wrong.

Hanifs (Muslims) are stumbling, Christians all astray Jews wildered, Magians far on error’s way.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say – Do I see, what is me? Or did his eyes lead me astray?

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

The need to understand everything can lead us far astray.