I look for the end of the future, but it never ceases to arrive. 

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

The appointed thing comes at the appointed time in the appointed way.

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.

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