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

We should not say that one man’s hour is worth another man’s hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing; he is, at most, time’s carcass.

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.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.