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

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

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.

The celestial machine is to be likened not to a divine organism but rather to a clockwork.

If both what is before and what is after are in this same “now,” things which happened ten thousand years ago would be simultaneous with what has happened today, and nothing would be before or after anything else.