'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.
HomerInsignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
HomerRestrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.
HomerEverything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
Homer