Force without wisdom falls of its own weight.

The mountains will be in labor, and a ridiculous mouse will be brought forth.

Tis not sufficient to combine well-chosen words in a well-ordered line.

Anger is a momentary madness so control your passion or it will control you.

Fools -- for their thoughts are not well-considered who suppose that not-being exists or that anything dies and is wholly annihilated.

Fortunate is he who has acquired a wealth of divine understanding, but wretched the one whose interest lies in shadowy conjectures about divinities.

Nothing of the All is either empty or superfluous.

A law there is, an oracle of Doom, Of old enacted by the assembled gods, That if a Daemon-such as live for ages- Defile himself with foul and sinful murder, He must for seasons thrice ten thousand roam Far from the Blest; such is the path I tread, I too a wanderer and exile from heaven.

As it has long been and shall be, not ever, I think, will unfathomable time be emptied of either. This quote refers to Love and Strife, the fundamental opposing and ordering forces in Empedocles' model of the cosmos.

For already, sometime, I have been a boy and a girl, a shrub, a bird, and a silent fish in the sea.

What needs saying is worth saying twice.

Hear first the four roots of all things: shining Zeus, life-bringing Hera, Aidoneus, and Nestis, who wets with tears the mortal wellspring.

From such honor and such a height of fortune am I, thus fallen to earth, cast down amongst mortals.

With deep roots Ether plunged into earth.

And I will tell you something else: there is no birth of all mortal things, nor any end in wretched death, but only a mixing and dissolution of mixtures; 'birth' is so called on the part of mankind.

But what is lawful for all extends across wide-ruling aether and, without cease, through endless sunshine.

The earth's sweat, the sea.

But, when the elements have been mingled in the fashion of a man and come to the light of day, or in the fashion of the race of wild beasts or plants or birds, then men say that these come into being; and when they are separated, they call that woeful death. They call it not aright; but I too follow the custom, and call it so myself.

The sight of both eyes becomes one.

On reaching Athens he fell in with Antisthenes. Being repulsed by him, because he never welcomed pupils, by sheer persistence Diogenes wore him out. Once when he stretched out his staff against him, the pupil offered his head with the words, "Strike, for you will find no wood hard enough to keep me away from you, so long as I think you've something to say."

When some one reminded him that the people of Sinope had sentenced him to exile, he said, "And I sentenced them to stay at home."

Virtue cannot dwell with wealth either in a city or in a house.

To one who asked what was the proper time for lunch, he said, "If a rich man, when you will; if a poor man, when you can." Diogenes Laërtius, vi. 40

When the slave auctioneer asked in what he was proficient, he replied, "In ruling people."

Being asked where in Greece he saw good men, he replied, "Good men nowhere, but good boys at Sparta."

He once begged alms of a statue, and, when asked why he did so, replied, "To get practice in being refused."

Self-taught poverty is a help toward philosophy, for the things which philosophy attempts to teach by reasoning, poverty forces us to practice.

He lit a lamp in broad daylight and said, as he went about, "I am looking for a human."

It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.

When some one boasted that at the Pythian games he had vanquished men, Diogenes replied, "Nay, I defeat men, you defeat slaves."

To the question what wine he found pleasant to drink, he replied, "That for which other people pay."

Poverty is a virtue which one can teach oneself.

He was seized and dragged off to King Philip, and being asked who he was, replied, "A spy upon your insatiable greed."

When people laughed at him because he walked backward beneath the portico, he said to them: "Aren't you ashamed, you who walk backward along the whole path of existence, and blame me for walking backward along the path of the promenade?"

To Xeniades, who had purchased Diogenes at the slave market, he said, "Come, see that you obey orders."

When asked why people give to beggars but not to philosophers, he replied, 'Because they expect they may become lame and blind, but never that they will become philosophers.'

Perdiccas threatened to put him to death unless he came to him, "That's nothing wonderful," Diogenes said, "for a beetle or a tarantula would do the same."

Other dogs bite only their enemies, whereas I bite also my friends in order to save them.

One day, observing a child drinking out of his hands, he cast away the cup from his wallet with the words, "A child has beaten me in plainness of living."

He was breakfasting in the marketplace, and the bystanders gathered round him with cries of "dog." "It is you who are dogs," cried he, "when you stand round and watch me at my breakfast."

When Alexander the Great addressed him with greetings, and asked if he wanted anything, Diogenes replied "Yes, stand a little out of my sunshine."

Once he saw the officials of a temple leading away some one who had stolen a bowl belonging to the treasurers, and said, "The great thieves are leading away the little thief."

Boasting, like gilded armour, is very different inside from outside.

He used to reason as follows: 'Everything belongs to the gods; the wise are friends of the gods; friends hold all things in common; ergo, everything belongs to the wise.'

Asked where he came from, he said, "I am a citizen of the world."

If you are to be kept right, you must possess either good friends or red-hot enemies. The one will warn you, the other will expose you.

When scolded for masturbating in public, he said "I wish it were as easy to banish hunger by rubbing my belly."

The noblest people are those despising wealth, learning, pleasure and life; esteeming above them poverty, ignorance, hardship and death.

Plato had defined Man as an animal, biped and featherless, and was applauded. Diogenes plucked a fowl and brought it into the lecture-room with the words, "Behold Plato's man!"

He was going into a theatre, meeting face to face those who were coming out, and being asked why, "This," he said, "is what I practise doing all my life."