But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

Time is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions.

Time is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions.

If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of.

If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of.

For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
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For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
because it is sealed up and no one turns back.

By-and-by has no end.
[Lat., Modo, et modo, non habebent modum.]

By-and-by has no end.
[Lat., Modo, et modo, non habebent modum.]

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time
to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a
time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time
to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to
cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a
time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of
peace.

Punctuality is the thief of time.

Punctuality is the thief of time.

Backward, turn backward, then time in your flight;
Make me a child again just for tonight.
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Backward, turn backward, then time in your flight;
Make me a child again just for tonight.
Mother, come back from the echoeless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore.