And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

The sum of all sums is eternity.

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

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

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

...if one thing frightens people, it is that so much happens, on earth and out in space, the reasons for which seem somehow to escape them, and they fill in the gap by putting it down to the gods.

Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.