Thou art not to learn the humors and tricks of that old bald cheater, time.

Years are nothing to me—they should be nothing to you. Who asked you to count them or to consider them? In the world of wild nature, time is measured by seasons only—the bird does not know how old it is—the rose tree does not count its birthdays!

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.

There is no work of human hands which time does not wear away and reduce to dust.

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