Time’s violence rends the soul; by the rent eternity enters.

In time history must become a fairy tale—it will become again what it was in the beginning.

This is Year Zero.

No preacher is listened to but time, which gives us the same train and turn of thought that elder people have in vain tried to put into our heads before.

A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

There is no work of human hands which time does not wear away and reduce to dust.

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space, and yet nothing puzzles me less, for I never think about them.

Years are nothing to me—they should be nothing to you. Who asked you to count them or to consider them? In the world of wild nature, time is measured by seasons only—the bird does not know how old it is—the rose tree does not count its birthdays!

Thou art not to learn the humors and tricks of that old bald cheater, time.

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

The past is always tense and the future, perfect.