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

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

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.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.

We wish away whole years, and travel through time as through a country filled with many wild and empty wastes, which we would fain hurry over, that we may arrive at those several little settlements or imaginary points of rest which are dispersed up and down in it.

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

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

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

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

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

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.

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