Time (n.) is the moving imago of the unmoving eternity.
Time (n.) is that eternal thing which temporal events are oriented towards.
Time (n.) is the sun's motion — nothing more than the measure of its course across the sky.
Time (n.) was born together with the heavens, so that if they are ever undone they will be undone together.
Time (n.) itself is the test of love: that is why it is shameful to yield too quickly.
Time (n.) is itself a kind of clock, not just the passage of events, but a standard by which that passage can be measured.
Time (n.) makes anything in it grow older than itself — and by the same stroke younger than itself, since older means older than something younger.
Time (n.) can be made to keep still, Plato hoped: if becoming is circular, the order of ends coincides with the order of things that coexist.
Time (n.) really is the wandering of the heavenly bodies, bewilderingly numerous and astonishingly varied, though almost nobody has noticed it.
Time (n.) is a moving image of eternity: since eternity cannot be given to anything begotten, the god made an image of it that moves according to number.
Time (n.) is a 'moving image of eternity', distinguishing between eternal time which 'rests in unity' and the time of 'those states which affect moving and sensible things of which generation is the cause'.