Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly until he knows that every day is Doomsday. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Time is but a stream I go a fishing in. I 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. —Henry David Thoreau
As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every minute of time; and as it would be great folly to shoe horses (as Nero did) with gold, so it is to spend time in trifles.
What is time ? — the shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries, — these are but arbitrary and outward signs, — the measure of time, not time itself. Time is the life of the soul. If not this, then tell me what is time? —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Look not mournfully into the past; it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present; it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear, and with a manly heart. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. —Zora Neale Hurston