“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.

And when it rains think of me. Remember all the things we used to be.

Diplomats are useful only in fair weather. As soon as it rains they drown in every drop.

It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.

If only the weather would improve, there’d be hope of some work, but every day brings rain.

The rains of Life’s Blessings cannot gather on mountaintops of pride, but flow easily into valleys of humbleness.

I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.

Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.

She has nature running through her veins, which sometimes bites like cactus, other times calms like sounds of rain.