The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
For time is the longest distance between two places.
I don't ask for your pity, but just your understanding - no, not even that -no. Just for your recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.