Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time, which every day produces, and which most men throw away, but which nevertheless will make at the end of it no small deduction for the life of man.

Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.

Now is the watchword of the wise.

The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb, for we have no word to speak about it.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

Make a good use of the present.

Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger!

These times of ours are serious and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike. As soon as there is life there is danger.

Take care in your minutes, and the hours will take care of themselves.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.