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

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

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

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!

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

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

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

Time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace. Usually it loiters, but just when one has come to count upon its slowness, it may suddenly break into a wild irrational gallop.

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.

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.

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.