So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.
Thomas HardyA blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.
Thomas HardyI am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on, projecting trait and trace through time to times anon, and leaping from place to place over oblivion.
Thomas HardyTo dance with a man is to concentrate a twelvemonth's regulation fire upon him in the fragment of an hour. To pass to courtship without acquaintance, to pass to marriage without courtship, is a skipping of terms reserved for those alone who tread this royal road.
Thomas Hardy