Nothing can be born of nothing; nothing can be resolved into nothing.
Oh, the cares of men! how much emptiness there is in human concerns!
Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?
Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations.
But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be for ever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp.
We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.