“Time devours our feeble mortality, leaving us with but the sour residue of memory.”

“The great in Evil, and the great in [Goodness|Good]]—both leave an immortal residue.”

“Chorus [leader]: Come now, ye men, in nature darkling, like to the race of leaves, of little might, figures of clay, shadowy feeble tribes, wingless creatures of a day, miserable mortals, dream-like men.”

“Creativity is the residue of time wasted.”

“Our envy of others devours us most of all.”

“Grief and mad wrath devoured his soul, and hope, heaviest of mortal cares when long deferred.”
Exedere animum dolor iraque demens et, qua non gravior mortalibus addita curis, spes, ubi longa venit.

“Darkness and light divide the course of time, and oblivion shares with memory, a great part even of our living beings; we slightly remember our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves. To weep into stones are fables.”

“These feeble and fastidious times.”

“Our nemesis is time, against which we have a single ally, memory, and even it betrays us.”

“The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.”