…nothing is bound to hold fast in a transitory life; no unending pain, no eternal joy, no enduring sensation, no lasting enthusiasm, no higher decision that could hold good for life. Everything is annulled by the passage of time. The minutes, the countless atoms of small details into which every action decays, are the worms that consume everything great and bold. The monster, ordinary life, pushes down everything that strives upwards. There is nothing serious in life, because the dust is not worth the trouble.