The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

Time’s violence rends the soul; by the rent eternity enters.

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.

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!