God has so arranged the chronometry of our spirits, that there shall be thousands of silent moments between the striking hours.

It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.

It is distrust of God to be troubled about what is to come; impatience against God to be troubled with what is present; and anger at God to be troubled for what is past.

It seems no more than right that men should seize time by the forelock, for the rude old fellow, sooner or later, pulls all their hair out.

In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one's life.

Every day in thy life is a leaf in thy history.

The dogs bark, but the caravans move on.

There is no mortar that time will not loose.

Long is not forever.

Long as the day may be the night comes at last.