The magical, supernatural force that is with us every second is time. We can’t even comprehend it. It’s such an illusion, it’s such a strange thing.

I’m pretty sure my house in Florida is haunted! He’s a nice ghost though.

Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Whatever must happen ultimately should happen immediately.

Speeches that are measured by the hour will die with the hour.

If danger arises in the present moment, there may be an emotion. There may even be pain. But that’s a challenge, not a problem. For a problem to exist, you need time and repetitive mind activity.

Force always attracts men of low morality.

All my pictures are built around the idea of getting in trouble and so giving me the chance to be desperately serious in my attempt to appear as a normal little gentleman.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee… I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.

It would astonish if not amuse the older citizens to learn that I (a strange, friendless, uneducated, penniless boy, working at ten dollars per month) have been put down as the candidate of pride, wealth, and aristocratic family distinction.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Right now it’s only a notion, but I think I can get the money to make it into a concept, and later turn it into an idea.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.

Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.

Prejudice of any kind implies that you are identified with the thinking mind. It means you don’t see the other human being anymore, but only your own concept of that human being. To reduce the aliveness of another human being to a concept is already a form of violence.

You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

Many people tell me that they don ‚t know what to feel when they finish one of my books because the story was dark, or complicated, or strange. But while they were reading it, they were inside my world and they were happy. That’s good.

The secret to film is that it’s an illusion.

A lot of good love can happen in ten years.

I have wondered about time all my life.

Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time, so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today, so beauty is something that changes with time.

People look to time in expectation that it will eventually make them happy, but you cannot find true happiness by looking toward the future.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. I’ll probably be writing when the Lord says, ‚Maya, Maya Angelou, it’s time.‘

No ghost was every seen by two pair of eyes.

To rule children by force is the technique of Satan, not of the Savior.

Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

People are underestimating the force of angry kids.

A truer image of the world, I think, is obtained by picturing things as entering into the stream of time from an eternal world outside, than from a view which regards time as the devouring tyrant of all that is.

No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Time is something that interests me a whole lot – past and present, and how the past appears as people change.

A commodity appears at first sight an extremely obvious, trivial thing. But its analysis brings out that it is a very strange thing, abounding in metaphysical subtleties and theological niceties.

Anti-Americanism is a pure totalitarian concept. The very notion is idiotic.

I didn’t really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry… but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it’s the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.

The concept of loneliness and exile and self-sufficiency continually bucks me up.

Tradition is the illusion of permanence.

If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

The prospect of music being detachable from time and place meant that one could start to think of music as a part of one’s furniture.

History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future. To try to hold fast is to be swept aside.

A system of morality which is based on relative emotional values is a mere illusion, a thoroughly vulgar conception which has nothing sound in it and nothing true.

The environment that we call society is created by past generations; we accept it, as it helps us to maintain our greed, possessiveness, illusion.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

Great minds are related to the brief span of time during which they live as great buildings are to a little square in which they stand: you cannot see them in all their magnitude because you are standing too close to them.

For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.

Life being very short, and the quiet hours of it few, we ought to waste none of them in reading valueless books.

Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.

Both in thought and in feeling, even though time be real, to realise the unimportance of time is the gate of wisdom.

I dislike the concept of ‚chic‘ being the highest compliment for a human being. I’d rather someone be nice than to be chic.

There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, ‚Truth is the daughter of Time.‘

If the United Nations once admits that international disputes can be settled by using force, then we will have destroyed the foundation of the organization and our best hope of establishing a world order.

Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

Force is the vital principle and immediate parent of despotism.

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.