Character is destiny

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

Stupidity is doomed,therefore, to cringeat every syllableof wisdom.

Everything changes and nothing stands still.

Always having what we wantmay not be the best good fortuneHealth seems sweetestafter sickness, foodin hunger, goodnessin the wake of evil, and at the endof daylong labor sleep.

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

Everything flows and nothing stays.

Good character is not formed in a week or a month. It is created little by little, day by day. Protracted and patient effort is needed to develop good character.

To be evenminded is the greatest virtue.Wisdom is to speakthe truth and actin keeping with its nature.

Nothing endures but change

Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.

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

What was scatteredgathers.What was gatheredblows away.

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

19Wisdom is the oneness of mind that guides and permeated all things.(translated by Brooks Haxton)

The waking have one world in common; sleepers have each a private world of his own.

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

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

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

Allow yourself to think only those thoughts that match your principles and can bear the bright light of day. Day by day, your choices, your thoughts, your actions fashion the person you become. Your integrity...

All are one

Many who have learnedfrom Hesiod the countless namesof gods and monstersnever understandthat night and day are one

Men forget where the way leads and what they meet with every day seems strange to them.We should not act and speak like men asleep.

People do not know how what is at variance agrees with itself. It is an attunement of opposite tensions, like that of the bow and the lyre.

Other men are unaware of what they do when they are awake just as they are forgetful of what they do when they are asleep.

Applicants for wisdomdo what I have done:inquire within

All is flux

One thunderbolt strikesroot through everything

Any day stands equal to the rest.

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...

The unlike is joined together, and from differences results the most beautiful harmony.

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

Give me one manfrom among ten thousandif he is the best

Nothing endures but change.