Everything in life is just for a while.

Touching soap bubbles is another lovely metaphor.

Laws change; people die; the land remains.

It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: "And this, too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!

Force is all-conquering, but its victories are short-lived.

The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who ever could clutch it?

We will meet as though we met not and part as though we parted not.

There are no fixtures in nature. The universe is fluid and volatile.

A Greek philosopher said, 'All men think it is only the other man who is mortal'. The way we scurry about accumulating things is testimony to our unspoken doctrine that we are exceptions to the law of death. The events of September 11, 2001, were a shocking reminder to millions of Americans of something we should have already understood - our mortality.

Everything gains only momentary explanation.

they're here for a moment and then gone. At best they have liftoff power, or, to use a different analogy, they are like periodic flashes of lightning on a dark road, with no guiding power.

The sages and heroes of history are receding from us, and history contracts the record of their deeds into a narrower and narrower page. But time has no power over the name and deeds and words of Jesus Christ.