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Wasted time means wasted lives.

Still on it creeps Each little moment at another's heels Till hours days years and ages are made up Of such small parts as these and men look back Worn and bewilder'd wondering how it is.

The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.

Men talk of killing time while time quietly kills them.

Time is that which man is always trying to kill but which ends in killing him.

All that time is lost which might be better employed.

Ah! the clock is always slow it is later than you think.

Take the time to come home to yourself everyday.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Those who face that which is actually before them unburdened by the past undistracted by the future these are they who live who make the best use of their lives these are those who have found the secret of contentment.

If I had my life to live over I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.

The power of a man's virtue should not be measured by his special efforts but by his ordinary doing.

There is a time for work. And a time for love. That leaves no other time.

He's one of those Christmas Eve guys. There are people like that. . . every day in their lives is Christmas Eve.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

Love and time-those are the only two things in all the world and all of life that cannot be bought but only spent.

Live in day-tight compartments.

You can kill time or kill yourself it comes to the same thing in the end.