The convenience of timekeeping is greatly overrated; and the people who practice it so faithfully that they lose the capacity for appreciating the fixed and the static and the spatially related experiences cut themselves off from a good part of reality.

Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.

Time at length becomes justice.

Time makes more converts than reason.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons.

You are all right on time, except for the fact that time is the enemy of us all, and especially of the writer.

Life hurries on, a frantic refugee, And Death, with great forced marches, follows fast; And all the present leagues with all the past And all the future to make war on me.

Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

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.