Time rushes toward us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

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

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.

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