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

There is no work of human hands which time does not wear away and reduce to dust.

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

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

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

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

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

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

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

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.

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