There is nothing that exists so great or marvelous that over time mankind does not admire it less and less.

Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation: not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive from what ills you are free yourself is pleasant.

From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

Epicurus ... whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.

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.

What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.

Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.