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

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.

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

What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.

Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.