| A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours. |
| You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by. |
| Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day |
| Time is the fire in which we burn. |
| Time wastes our bodies and our wits, but we waste time, so we are quits. |
| Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all.His factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his hands are mutes. |
| But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. |
| For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work. |
| In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us. |
| Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. |