Time is like a river made up of the events which happen, and a violent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, and another comes in its place, and this will be carried away too.
All human affairs are ever in a state of flux and cannot stand still, either there will be improvement or decline.
Fashions, being themselves begotten of the desire for change, are quick to change also.
O visionary world, condition strange, Where naught abiding is but only change.
Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.
The world is always in movement.
Nothing stands still. Everything is moving in some direction or another.
I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.
We've moved so much, and my life has been so inconsistent.
