The Moment is known with certainty to be important when it is making your mind go numb with beauty.
The Moment is, in every instance, the last moment of life, every poem is a death poem.
The Moment 1s 2alue, when cast up, is immense, if well employed... if thrown away, their loss is irrevocable.
The Moment is not properly an atom of time but an atom of eternity (insofar as time is infinite succession). The moment is the first reflection of eternity in time, its first attempt, as it were, at stopping time.
The Moment is when we ought to always be asking oneself: What is the most important thing we can think about at this extraordinary moment.
A Moment is not necessarily a temporal matter, but rather an essential but partial aspect, stage, or part of a whole.
The Moment is the most valuable thing of all. Nothing is worth more than this day. One cannot relive yesterday. Tomorrow is still beyond one's reach.