This thing all things devours: — Time

"In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So Death created time to grow the things that it would kill and you are reborn but into the same life that youve always been born into. I mean, how many times have we had this conversation, detectives? Well, who knows? When you cant remember your lives, you cant change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. Youre trapped by that nightmare you keep waking up into."

"I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation."

"Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is not long. The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity, and a short interposition, for a time, between such a state of duration as was before it and may be after it."

"Why slander we the times? What crimes Have days and years, that we Thus charge them with iniquity? If we would rightly scan, Its not the times are bad, but man."

"He more we live, more brief appear Our lifes succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages."

"Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him In soul and aspect as in age; years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb; And lifes enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim."