I’ve been on a calendar, but never on time.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

Time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace. Usually it loiters, but just when one has come to count upon its slowness, it may suddenly break into a wild irrational gallop.

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

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