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.

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

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

My stern chase after time is, to borrow a simile from Tom Paine, like the race of a man with a wooden leg after a horse.

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