There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.
Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.
The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth.
If millions are born millions must die.
This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.
The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.