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

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

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.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

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.