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

In time history must become a fairy tale—it will become again what it was in the beginning.

If both what is before and what is after are in this same “now,” things which happened ten thousand years ago would be simultaneous with what has happened today, and nothing would be before or after anything else.

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

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

A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

Time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace. Usually it loiters, but just when one has come to count upon its slowness, it may suddenly break into a wild irrational gallop.

Time is a veil interposed between God and ourselves, as our eyelid is between our eye and the light.

Our allotted time is the passing of a shadow.

The past is always tense and the future, perfect.

 Do not lessen the time of following desire, for the wasting of time is an abomination to the spirit.

This is Year Zero.