Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

They say, “We only have the life of this world. We die and we live, and nothing destroys us but time.” Yet, not true knowledge have they of this—only belief.

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.

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

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.