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

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

The celestial machine is to be likened not to a divine organism but rather to a clockwork.

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

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

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.

The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

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.

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

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

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