Time incessantly hasteneth on; he seeks for perfection; if thou art true, thou canst cast fetters eternal on him. Schiller.
Time is a continual over-dropping of moments, which fall down one upon the other and evaporate. Jean Paul.
Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does. Goethe.
Time is a wonder-working god. In one hour many thousand grains of sand run out, so quickly do thoughts stir in the minds of men. Schiller.
Time is but a stream I go a-fishing in. I 45 drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom, and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper, fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. Thoreau.
Time is but the measure of the difficulty of a conception. Pure thought has scarcely any need of time, since it perceives the two ends of an idea almost the same moment. Amiel.
Time is eternity, / Pregnant with all eternity can give. Young.
Time is generally the best doctor. Ovid.
Time is incalculably long, and every day is a vessel into which very much may be poured, if one will really fill it up. Goethe.
Time is like a fashionable host, / That slightly 50 shakes his parting guest by the hand; / And with his arms outstretched, as he would fly, / Grasps in the comer. Troil. and Cress., iii. 3.