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

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.

In time history must become a fairy tale—it will become again what it was in the beginning.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

We should not say that one man’s hour is worth another man’s hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing; he is, at most, time’s carcass.