Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

My stern chase after time is, to borrow a simile from Tom Paine, like the race of a man with a wooden leg after a horse.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.

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