I have been out again on the river, rowing. I find nothing new.

There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.

I have been taking my daily walk round the island, and visited the sugar mill and the threshing mill again.

There's nothing new under the sun - you just get a can of paint out.

There is nothing new in art except talent.

I haven't read anything but regurgitated rumors. Nothing new, and nothing true.