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

The celestial machine is to be likened not to a divine organism but rather to a clockwork.

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.

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

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

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

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

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

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

This is Year Zero.

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

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

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