Quotes from Heraclitus

What use are these people's wits, who let themselves be led by speechmakers, in crowds, without considering how many fools and thieves they are among, and how few choose the good? The best choose progress toward one thing, a name forever honored by the gods, while others eat their way toward sleep like nameless oxen.

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The sun is new every day. (Fragment 6)

The cosmos works by harmony of tensions, like the lyre and bow.

Latent structure is master of obvious structure

Change alone is unchanging.

Changing, it rests.

One man is worth thousand if he is extraordinary

The soul is undiscovered though explored forever to a depth beyond report.

We must realize that war is universal and strife is justice, and that all things come into the world and pass away through strife.

For what sense or understanding have they? They follow minstrels and take the multitude for a teacher, not knowing that many are bad and few good. For the best men choose one thing above all—immortal glory among mortals; but the masses stuff themselves like cattle.

Under the comb the tangle and the straight path are the same.

Many fail to grasp what they have seen, and cannot judge what they have learned, although they tell themselves they know.

Those who approach life like a child playing a game, moving and pushing pieces, possess the power of kings.

One ought not to act and speak like people asleep.

It is necessary to understand that war is common, strife is customary, and all things happen because of strife and necessity.

Who will hide from the fire that does not set?

The track of writing is straight and crooked.

Yearning hurts, and what release may come of it feels much like death.

The unseen harmony is better than the visible

Asses prefer garbage to gold.

That which always was, and is, and will be everliving fire, the same for all, the cosmos, made neither by god or man, replenishes in measure as it burns away.

The waking have one world in common. Sleepers meanwhile turn aside, each into a darkness of his own.

Thinking is common to all.