You will never stub your toe standing still. The faster you go, the more chance there is of stubbing your toe, but the more chance you have of gettin….

Men wrongly lament the flight of time, blaming it for being too swift; they do not perceive that its passage is sufficiently long, but a good memory,….

This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays..

All of us needed time to rest. And we had time - four months of it - to take all the rest in the world..

The Master keeps her mind always at one with the Tao; that is what gives her her radiance. The Tao is ungraspable. How can her mind be at one with it….

Time is not so all-erasing as we think..

The universe may be timeless, but if you imagine breaking it into pieces, some of the pieces can serve as clocks for the others. Time emerges from ti….

Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter co….

Two things remain irretrievable: time and a first impression..

Time heals all things but one: Time..

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs..

Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd, Shall pass….

The Self doesn't live forever in time, it lives in the timeless present prior to time, prior to history, change, succession. The Self is present as P….

Youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life's lumber-room. But youth is the Lord of Life. Youth ha….

If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon..

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and und….

O time, swift robber of all created things, how many kings, how many nations hast thou undone, and how many changes of states and of various events h….

Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything..

In the dark attics of our minds, all times mingle..

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity..

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave..