στεγάσαι φρενὸς ἔλλοπος εἴσω

οὐδέ τι τοῦ παντὸς κενεὸν πέλει οὐδὲ περισσόν

The All hath neither Void nor Overflow
.

Empédocles
.

Ἐμπεδοκλῆς

.

Νοῦς

τὰ μὲν ἄλλα παντὸς μοῖραν μετέχει͵ 

νοῦς δέ ἐστιν ἄπειρον καὶ αὐτοκρατὲς καὶ μέμεικται οὐδενὶ χρήματι͵ 

ἀλλὰ μόνος αὐτὸς ἐπ΄ ἐωυτοῦ ἐστιν.

All other things partake in a portion of everything, 

while Nous is infinite and self-ruled, and is mixed with nothing, 

but is alone, 

itself by itself.
.

Anaxágoras 

Ἀναξαγόρας

 .

Ἡράκλειτος

Ποταμοῖσι τοῖσι αὐτοῖσι ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, 

εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν.

Into the same river we both step and do not step. 

We both are and are not.

Heraclitus

Ἡράκλειτος

.

ἀτραπὸν

. . . κορυφὰς ἑτέρας ἑτέρηισι προσάπτων

μύθων μὴ τελέειν ἀτραπὸν μίαν . . .

To join together diverse peaks of thought,
And not complete one road that has no turn.

 

Empédocles

Ἐμπεδοκλῆς

.

 

ανύποπτον ο θάνατος

Άφοβον ο θεός,
ανύποπτον ο θάνατος
και ταγαθόν μεν εύκτητον,
το δε δεινόν ευκαρτέρητον
 .

Don't fear god,
Don't worry about death;
What is good is easy to get, and
What is terrible is easy to endure.

.

Epicurus

Ἐπίκουρος

 .

Σημεῖόν ἐστιν, οὗ μέρος οὐθέν

Σημεῖόν ἐστιν, οὗ μέρος οὐθέν. 

 

A point is that which has no part. 

Euclid

Εὐκλείδης

.

Zé Sousa vai-te lá embora, pá

Vai descansar, zé.

Tás as perder o controle,

já não te estás a portar bem.

Vai pra casa descansar.

Vai.

O Feio Tartuffo

Oui, mon frère, je suis un méchant, 

un coupable.

Un malheureux pécheur tout plein d'iniquité.

Moliére

.

Ezequiel

Ora aconteceu no trigésimo ano, 

no quarto mês, 

no dia quinto do mês, 

que estando eu no meio dos cativos, 

junto ao rio Quebar, se abriram os céus, 

e eu tive visões de Deus.

ዓላም

Ezequiel Vision by Howard David Johnson
. 

Suave mari magno

Suave mari magno, turbantibus æquora ventis,
E terra magnum alterius spectare laborem,
Non quia vexari quemquam est jucunda voluptas.
Sed quibus ipse malis careas quia cernere suave est.

 Da Natureza das Coisas

o Egoísmo
a Usura
o Oportunismo
a Mentira
a Decadência
a Miséria Moral

Lucretius

 

Ibitis sine me

Ibitis Aegaeas sine me, Messalla, per undas,
O utinam memores ipse cohorsque mei.
Me tenet ignotis aegrum Phaeacia terris,
Abstineas avidas, Mors, modo, nigra, manus.
Abstineas, Mors atra, precor: non hic mihi mater
Quae legat in maestos ossa perusta sinus,
Non soror, Assyrios cineri quae dedat odores
Et fleat effusis ante sepulcra comis,

Delia non usquam; quae me cum mitteret urbe,
Dicitur ante omnes consuluisse deos.

(Trans)

Without me you will sail, Messalla, the Grecian waves;
   may you and all our friends remember me!
Phaeacia holds me here, sick in a foreign land,
   but hold far off, dark Death, your greedy hands!
Hold off, black Death, I pray:  I have no mother here
   to gather my burnt bones in grieving arms;
no sister, to pour Syrian incense on my pyre
   and weep with streaming hair before my tomb;
nor Delia either, who, when sending me from Rome,
   sought omens first (they say) from every god.

 Elegies of Tibullus (Book I, 3)