Fragments

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

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

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

Man's character is his fate.

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

Wisdom is the oneness of mind that guides and permeates all things.

Thinking is a sacred disease and sight is deceptive.

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

War is father of all, and king of all. He renders some gods, others men; he makes some slaves, others free.

It ever was, and is, and shall be, ever-living fire, in measures being kindled and in measures going out.

The road up and the road down is one and the same. (ὁδὸς ἄνω κάτω μία καὶ ὡυτή) —Fragment 60

Without injustices, the name of justice would mean what?

If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it; for it is hard to be sought out and difficult.

Stupidity is doomed, therefore, to cringe at every syllable of wisdom.

Many who have learned from Hesiod the countless names of gods and monsters never understand that night and day are one

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.

Always having what we want may not be the best good fortune Health seems sweetest after sickness, food in hunger, goodness in the wake of evil, and at the end of daylong labor sleep.

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

The sun is the width of a human foot.

Applicants for wisdom do what I have done: inquire within

The Aeon is a child at play with colored balls. (translation/paraphrase: Terence McKenna)

Even what those with the greatest reputation for knowing it all claim to understand and defend are but opinions.

Give me one man from among ten thousand if he is the best

You can't go home again. Your childhood is lost. The friends of your youth are gone. Your present is slipping away from you. Nothing is ever the same.

You will not discover the limits of the soul by traveling, even if you wander over every conceivable path, so deep is its story.

Traveling on every path, you will not find the boundaries of soul by going; so deep is its measure.

Eternity is like a child playing at draughts; the kingdom belongs to a child.