Time (n.) destroys the fictions of error and opinion, while it confirms the determinations of nature and of truth.
Time (n.) is Saturn devouring his children: ever insatiable, it consumes the rolling years, and only the stars chain it from immoderate haste.
Time (n.) departs in hours, days, months and years; past time never returns, nor can the future be known.
Time (n.) flies; the hour will come, and soon, with equal certainty whether you hang back or press forward.
Time (n.) is a slow medicine for grief, but a very effectual one.
Time (n.) makes the mind callous: I was more moved by the ruined walls of Corinth than the Corinthians who lived among them.
Time (n.) alone does not heal grief, for neither the cause nor the man has changed; the cure is daily reflection that there was no real evil.