There is nothing new under the sun.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
He who loves money will not be satisfied with money, nor he who loves wealth with his income; this also is vanity.
Some races wax and others wane, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed, and like runners they pass on the torch of life.
The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on.
Time is a river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by, and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.