There is but an hour a day between a good housewife and a bad one.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

So much of our time is spent in preparation, so much in routine, and so much in retrospect, that the amount of each person's genius is confined to a very few hours.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

Nothing is to be rated higher than the value of the day.

Time and I against any two.

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

A man who dares to waste one hour of his life has not discovered the value of life.

The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.

Time; that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.