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

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.

The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

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.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

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.

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

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

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.

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