Heraclitus (n.) is a star devoid of atmosphere: his eye, flaming toward its inward centre, looks outward dead and icy.
Heraclitus (n.) is the one thinker near whom I feel warmer: affirmation of passing away and destroying, Yes to opposition and war, becoming with a radical repudiation of being.
Heraclitus (n.) had a contempt for his critics that fits in a proverb: 'Dogs bark at everyone whom they do not recognize'; 'Donkeys prefer straw to gold.'
Heraclitus (n.) is called obscure, yet hardly anyone ever wrote more lucidly — tersely, and so obscure only for readers who skim and race.
Heraclitus (n.) watching the games of noisy children was surely thinking what no other man had thought on such an occasion: the game of the great world-child Zeus.
Heraclitus (n.) raised the curtain on the greatest of all dramas: the teaching of law in becoming and of play in necessity.