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

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

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

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

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.

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

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

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

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

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.

 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.