Each moment cancels the last. In the end there is nothing, not even the end.

My house, my wife, my children-as if any of that really belongs to me.

Everything you love and value now is something you will eventually lose.

Time is a river that carries us along. We have to leave everything behind.

Trees, O trees, why can't you hold on to your leaves?

Of all the elements in the periodic table, not a single one is indestructible.

Ages and epochs belong to Time. Only the fleeting moment is eternal.

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

Sudden revelations vanish just as suddenly.