The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

Time is a veil interposed between God and ourselves, as our eyelid is between our eye and the light.

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.

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

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

I’ve been on a calendar, but never on time.

I look for the end of the future, but it never ceases to arrive. 

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

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.

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

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.

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.