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

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

This is Year Zero.

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

We wish away whole years, and travel through time as through a country filled with many wild and empty wastes, which we would fain hurry over, that we may arrive at those several little settlements or imaginary points of rest which are dispersed up and down in it.