To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.

No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.

From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.

There is no place in nature for extinction.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.