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

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space, and yet nothing puzzles me less, for I never think about them.

The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

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

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.