Quotes from Heraclitus

Everything changes and nothing stands still.

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Time is a child playing a game of draughts; the kingship is in the hands of a child.

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

One thunderbolt strikes root through everything

Dogs bark at what they don't understand.

The kosmos works by harmony of tensions, like lyre and bow. Good and evil are one. On the one hand God sees all as well, fair, and good; on the other hand a human being sees injustice here, justice there. Justice in our minds is strife. We cannot help but see war makes us as we are.

Things keep their secrets.

War is the father of all and the king of all; it proves some people gods, and some people men; it makes some people slaves and some people free.

A fool is excited by every word.

If they are gods, why do you lament them? If you lament them, you must no longer regard them as gods.

Dogs, by this same logic, bark at what they cannot understand.

Aion is a child at play, playing draughts; the kingship is a child's.

Although the Word is common to all, many live as if they had a private understanding of their own

You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters are continually flowing on.

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One must realize that war is common, and justice strife, and that all things come to be through strife and are (so) ordained.

Unless you expect the unexpected, you will not find it, for it is hidden and thickly tangled.

And so, although I have no lyre, I sing: For there is a desire, within me - a self-taught hymn

Justice in our minds is strife. We cannot help but see war makes us as we are.

We must therefore be guided by what is common to all. The Logos is common to all, yet the multitude lives as if each had his own intelligence.

What opposes unites, and the finest attunement stems from things bearing in opposite directions, and all things come about by strife.

The beginning is the end.

A drunk man, staggering and mindless, must be led home by his son, so wet is his psyche... Water brings death to the psyche, as earth brings death to water... The psyche lusts to be wet.