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.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

We are at the very beginning of time for the human race. It is not unreasonable that we grapple with problems. But there are tens of thousands of years in the future. Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on.

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

Life is so, so short. Bible says it’s like a vapor.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

People tried to change my concept of what music is. That music is work, but it’s not like that.

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

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

The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

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

The situation in the sciences is this: A concept or an idea which cannot be measured or cannot be referred directly to experiment may or may not be useful. It need not exist in a theory.

If a man or woman is born ten years sooner or later, their whole aspect and performance shall be different.

You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

Most of us enter adult life with great ambitions for how we will start our own ventures, but the harshness of life wears us down. We settle into some job and slowly give in to the illusion that our bosses care about us and our future, that they spend time thinking of our welfare.

We should not say that one man’s hour is worth another man’s hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing: he is at the most time’s carcass.

I’m an atheist, and the concept of god for me is all part of what I call ‚the last illusion.‘ The last illusion is someone knows what is going on. Nearly everyone has that illusion somewhere, and it manifests not only in the terms of the idea that there is a god but that it knows what’s going on but that the planets know what’s going on.

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

Nothing cannot exist forever.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

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

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

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.

Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.

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

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven’t committed.

Before 1915, space and time were thought of as a fixed arena in which events took place, but which was not affected by what happened in it. Space and time are now dynamic quantities… space and time not only affect but are also affected by everything that happens in the universe.

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.

Freedom is a man’s natural power of doing what he pleases, so far as he is not prevented by force or law.

The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.

There can be no greater error than to expect, or calculate, upon real favors from nation to nation. It is an illusion which experience must cure, which a just pride ought to discard.

Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.

Well, the future for me is already a thing of the past.

Time itself comes in drops.

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

Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

Force always attracts men of low morality.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

In Hollywood, a lot of times when something is in development, it just takes a lot of time.

Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.

The faster you go, the shorter you are.

People of Berlin – people of the world – this is our moment. This is our time.

The ego is only an illusion, but a very influential one. Letting the ego-illusion become your identity can prevent you from knowing your true self. Ego, the false idea of believing that you are what you have or what you do, is a backwards way of assessing and living life.

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.

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.

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 lot of good love can happen in ten years.

Force is the vital principle and immediate parent of despotism.

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

Desire and force between them are responsible for all our actions; desire causes our voluntary acts, force our involuntary.

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

The universe can take quite a while to deliver.

Long before history began we men have got together apart from the women and done things. We had time.

Hate and force cannot be in just a part of the world without having an effect on the rest of it.

And I think it’s that time. And I think if you just step aside and Mr. Romney can kind of take over. You can maybe still use a plane. Though maybe a smaller one. Not that big gas guzzler you are going around to colleges and talking about student loans and stuff like that.

Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.

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.