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

The celestial machine is to be likened not to a divine organism but rather to a clockwork.

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

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

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.