Because I Was Born A Slave, I

Nothing Is Lasting But Change; Nothing Perpetual But Death.

Nothing Endures Except Change; Nothing Is Constant Except Death. Every Heartbeat Wounds Us, And Life Would Be An Eternal Bleeding To Death, Were It Not For Literature. It Grants Us What Nature Does Not: A Golden Time That Doesn't Rust, A Springtime That Never Wilts, Cloudless Happiness And Eternal Youth. [my Translation]

You Are Not Loved When You Are Lovely, But When You Are Loved You Are Found To Be Lovely.

Nought Endures But Change.

History Teaches Us Virtue, But Nature Never Ceases To Teachh Us Vice.