From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

Opinions alter manners change creeds rise and fall but the moral laws are written on the table of eternity.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do and the most beautiful things it can enjoy without thinking that every day may be the last one and that lost time is lost eternity!

This is the artist then life's hungry man the glutton of eternity beauty's miser glory's slave.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity and a sign of death as well.

Part of the beauty of Judaism and surely this is so for other faiths also is that it gently restores control over time. Three times a day we stop what we are doing and turn to God in prayer. We recover perspective. We inhale a deep breath of eternity.

Beauty is unbearable drives us to despair offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.