Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

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

Years are nothing to me—they should be nothing to you. Who asked you to count them or to consider them? In the world of wild nature, time is measured by seasons only—the bird does not know how old it is—the rose tree does not count its birthdays!

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

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