Francis Bacon Quotes

I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms.

Like matter itself, an ideal is mutable, but indestructible. It does not die; it only undergoes a change.

everything changes, nothing perishes

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.

Writing about the future and the past is less a way of dramatizing change than of showing, by way of contrast, what abides.

Things standing shall fall, but the moving ever shall stay

There is nothing more certain in nature than that it is impossible for any body to be utterly annihilated.

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

Every day things change, but basically they stay the same.

In nature nothing remains constant. Everything is in a perpetual state of transformation, motion, and change. However, we discover that nothing simply surges up out of nothing without having antecedents that existed before. Likewise, nothing ever disappears without a trace, in the sense that it gives rise to absolutely nothing existing in later times.

...nothing is permanent. Everything and everyone you know can change at any moment. That's how I see things now - except for you. You're the one constant in my life.

Everything changes but change itself.

Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase being born is used for beginning to be something different from what one was before, while dying means ceasing to be the same. Though this thing may pass into that, and that into this, yet the sums of things remains unchanged.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

The first promise exchanged by two beings of flesh was at the foot of a rock that was crumbling into dust; they took as witness for their constancy a sky that is not the same for a single instant; everything changed in them and around them, and they believed their hearts free of vicissitudes. O children! always children!

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

All things change, creeds and philosophies and outward systems - but God remains.

Going back to California is not like going back to Vermont, or Chicago; Vermont and Chicago are relative constants, against which one measures one's own change. All that is constant about the California of my childhood is the rate at which it disappears.

A: Everything changes. B: But not enough.

The nature o' things doesn't change, though it seems as if one's own life was nothing but change.

Everything is substance plus name and form. Name and form come and go, but substance remains ever the same.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Things change, but they stay the same.