The best way to fill time is to waste it.

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

We wish away whole years, and travel through time as through a country filled with many wild and empty wastes, which we would fain hurry over, that we may arrive at those several little settlements or imaginary points of rest which are dispersed up and down in it.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

This is Year Zero.

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

 Do not lessen the time of following desire, for the wasting of time is an abomination to the spirit.

We should not say that one man’s hour is worth another man’s hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing; he is, at most, time’s carcass.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.

If both what is before and what is after are in this same “now,” things which happened ten thousand years ago would be simultaneous with what has happened today, and nothing would be before or after anything else.

Time rushes toward us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

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

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