In eternity, everything is happening for the first time.

Everything rusts, rots, crumbles, vanishes. The infinite will just take a little bit longer.

I believe in the brief eternity of the rose.

Eternity: the length of a life.

In the end there is no end, only eternity.

From the present we move into the present everlastingly.

For the morning glory, eternity is a day; for the redwood, a thousand years.

What is eternal is the cloud drifting slowly out of sight.

Eternity: the length of a day.