When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
Sufi Epigram
Age steals away all things, even the mind.
Virgil
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.