I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.

Time, motion and wine cause sleep.

In an easy cause anyone can be eloquent; the slightest strength is enough to break what is already shattered.

Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

Let ancient times delight other folk, I rejoice that I was not born till now.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

The gods behold all righteous actions.