You cannot step twice into the same rivers...for fresh waters are flowing in upon you........
Every beast is tended with blows.........
Asses would rather have straw than gold........
The sun is new everyday.......
They purify themselves by defiling themselves with blood....just as if one who had stepped into
the mad were to go and wash his feet in mud.......
Pigs delight in the in the mire more than in clean water.......
How can one hide from that which never sinks to rest?
If you do not expect the unexpected , you will not find it....for it is hard to be sought and difficult........
Those who seek for gold dig up much earth and find a little........
Men would not have known the name of justice if these things were not......
Greater deaths win greater portions.........
For it is death to souls to become water, and death to water to become earth.....but water comes from earth...and from water soul......
Wisdom is one thing. It is to know the thought by which alla things are steered through alla things.....
We step and do not step into the same rivers...we are and are not....
The hidden harmony is better than the open........
The way up and the way down is one and the same......
Fire lives the dead of earth, and air lives the death of fire...water lives the death of air, earth that of water......
God is day and night...winter and summer....war and peace...satiety and hunger...but he takes various shapes just as fire, when it is mingled with different incenses, is named according to the savour of each.........
The beginning and the end are common......
Nature loves to hide.......
Every beast is tended with blows.........
Asses would rather have straw than gold........
The sun is new everyday.......
They purify themselves by defiling themselves with blood....just as if one who had stepped into
the mad were to go and wash his feet in mud.......
Pigs delight in the in the mire more than in clean water.......
How can one hide from that which never sinks to rest?
If you do not expect the unexpected , you will not find it....for it is hard to be sought and difficult........
Those who seek for gold dig up much earth and find a little........
Men would not have known the name of justice if these things were not......
Greater deaths win greater portions.........
For it is death to souls to become water, and death to water to become earth.....but water comes from earth...and from water soul......
Wisdom is one thing. It is to know the thought by which alla things are steered through alla things.....
We step and do not step into the same rivers...we are and are not....
The hidden harmony is better than the open........
The way up and the way down is one and the same......
Fire lives the dead of earth, and air lives the death of fire...water lives the death of air, earth that of water......
God is day and night...winter and summer....war and peace...satiety and hunger...but he takes various shapes just as fire, when it is mingled with different incenses, is named according to the savour of each.........
The beginning and the end are common......
Nature loves to hide.......
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