We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
All things keep on in everlasting motion, out of the infinite come the particles speeding above, below, in endless dance.
It is pleasant, with the sea raging under the winds, to gaze upon the great struggles of another from the land.
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.
It is said that what is called the spirit of an age is something to which one cannot return. That this spirit gradually dissipates is due to the world's coming to an end. In the same way, a single year does not have just spring or summer. A single day, too, is the same.
What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.