Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery, and its design?
Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to.'