The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

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.

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

Time is a veil interposed between God and ourselves, as our eyelid is between our eye and the light.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.