Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.
No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.
To live is to dream, and to dream pleasantly is to be wise.
Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
The average estimate themselves by what they do, the above average by what they are.