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

This is Year Zero.

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.

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

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 appointed thing comes at the appointed time in the appointed way.

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

They say, “We only have the life of this world. We die and we live, and nothing destroys us but time.” Yet, not true knowledge have they of this—only belief.

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

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

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.

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