To remain young one must change. The perpetual campus hero is not a young man but an old boy.

Change as change is mere flux and lapse; it insults intelligence. Genuinely to know is to grasp a permanent end that realizes itself through changes.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.

All is change; all yields its place and goes.

Language does not stand still. Surprisingly, despite this knowledge, most speakers are fearful of change.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another!

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of further inertia and the irksomeness of action.

Nothing is permanent but change.

Even in slight things the experience of the new is rarely without some stirring of foreboding.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse.