“Life has the name of life, but in reality it is death.”

All things come out of the one, and the one out of all things.

The best people renounce all for one goal, the eternal fame of mortals; but most people stuff themselves like cattle.

Justice will overtake fabricators of lies and false witnesses.

Even a soul submerged in sleep is hard at work and helps make something of the world.

The poet was a fool who wanted no conflict among us, gods or people. Harmony needs low and high, as progeny needs man and woman.

It is better to hide ignorance, but it is hard to do this when we relax over wine.

The road up and the road down is one and the same.

The nature of things is in the habit of concealing itself.

Wisdom is one thing, to know how to make true judgment, how all things are steered through all things.

Day by day, what you do is who you become.

People ought to fight to keep their law as to defend the citys walls.

Wisdom consists in speaking and acting the truth.

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

Because it is so unbelievable, the Truth often escapes being known.

Stupidity is better kept a secret than displayed.

Nothing is, everything is becoming.

Every bit of learning is a little death. Every bit of new information challenges a previous conception, forcing it to dissolve into chaos before it can be reborn as something better. Sometimes such deaths virtually destroy us.

When the aristocracy catches a cold, as it is said, the working class dies of pneumonia.

An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.

The poor go to war, to fight and die for the delights, riches, and superfluities of others.

Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.

When you live for others’ opinions, you are dead. I don’t want to live thinking about how I’ll be remembered.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already 3 parts dead.

I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive.