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

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

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.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

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

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.

 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.

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

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

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.

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

The best way to fill time is to waste it.