Everything changes; nothing perishes.
Rome, Italy
Nothing is permanent in all the world. All things are fluid; every image forms, wandering through change. Time itself flows on in constant motion, just like a river, for neither the river nor the swift hour can stop its course; but as wave impels wave, and as each wave comes, the one before is both impelled by the next and impels the one ahead, so time both flees and follows and is always new.
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.
What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
There is nothing new under the sun.
