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

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

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.

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

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