No preacher is listened to but Time, which gives us the same train and turn of thought that elder people have in vain tried to put into our heads before.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

We lack not rhymes and reasons, As on this whirligig of Time We circle with the seasons.

Our costliest expenditure is time.

We must expect everything and fear everything from time and from men.

Time bears away all things, even the mind.

Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you. But I think the spirit of man is a good adversary.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.