“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.

Iris from sea brings wind or mighty rain.

[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 am trying to awake the energy contained in the air. These are the main sources of energy. What is considered as empty space is just a manifestation of matter that is not awakened.

You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I’ll rise!

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.

When space travel becomes as common as air travel, the future of civilization will be assured.

If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.