Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!
How quickly passes away the glory of this world.
The likeness of the world? A shadow! And world's glory? A dream!
So passes away the glory of this world. ('Sic transit gloria mundi.')
Hodie mihi cras tibi, said the inscription. Sic transit gloria mundi. My turn today, yours tomorrow. And thus passes away the glory of the world.
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.
The glory of the world is transitory, and we should not measure our lives by it, but by the choice we make to follow our personal legend, to believe in our utopias, and to fight for our dreams.
