Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do.
Time makes friendship stronger, but love weaker.
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness.
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own.
