No preacher is listened to but time, which gives us the same train and turn of thought that elder people have in vain tried to put into our heads before.

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.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

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

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.