Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.