What we love to do we find time to do.

Every dog must have his day.

Enjoy the blessings of this day, if God sends them; and the evils of it bear patiently and sweetly: for this day only is ours, we are dead to yesterday, and we are not yet born to the morrow.

A day may sink or save a realm.

Time will pass and I shall regard this, too, with indifference.

... life is too short to do the whole.

Time was given us like jewels to spend, and it's the ultimate sacrilege to wish it away.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident to-morrows.

Some hours weigh against a whole lifetime.

How swift the shuttle flies, that weaves thy shroud!