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.

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.

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

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