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

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

This is Year Zero.

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.

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

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

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

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.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

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

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

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.