“There is nothing permanent except change.”

Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.

Day by day, your choices, your thoughts, your actions fashion the person you become.

Eyes and ears are bad witnesses to men having barbarian souls.

Mortals are immortals and immortals are mortals, the one living the others’ death and dying the others’ life.

Without injustices, the name of justice would mean what?

All things come into being by conflict of opposites.

Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.

Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.

Deliberate violence is more to be quenched than a fire.

To be evenminded is the greatest virtue. Wisdom is to speak the truth and act in keeping with its nature.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things.

Whoever cannot seek the unforeseen sees nothing for the known way is an impasse.

Dog bark at what they don’t understand.

And some men are as ignorant of what they do when awake as they are forgetful of what they do when asleep.

And some men are as ignorant of what they do when awake as they are forgetful of what they do when asleep.

If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write.

I understand that change is frightening for people, especially if there’s nothing to go to. It’s best to stay where you are. I understand that.

Those who fight the hardest for change are the ones who most believe its possible.

In the 1960s, The National Education Association changed its character. The NEA changed into a union. And from that point on you can see deterioration in the quality of schooling in the United States.

Always the edge of the sea remains an elusive and indefinable boundary. The shore has a dual nature, changing with the swing of the tides, belonging now to the land, now to the sea.

“I wish things we different” he said. “we are the ones that make the difference” she said.

It is the music which makes it what it is; it is the music which changes the place from the rear room of a saloon in back of the yards to a fairy place, a wonderland, a little comer of the high mansions of the sky.

“You’re growing in so many ways you don’t even realize yet” said the soul.