“The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time.”-Wiliam Butler Yeats
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
– – – Jorge Louis Borges
Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings. JOHN UPDIKE, A Month of Sundays
Indifferent to the affairs of men, time runs out, precise, heedless, exact, and immutable in rhythm.
All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that.
Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.
Time, whose tooth gnaws away at everything else, is powerless against truth.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Henry David Thoreau