He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
Doch zittre vor der langsamen, Der stillen Macht der Zeit. Yet tremble at the slow, silent power of time.
Youth covets; let not this covetousness seduce you.
Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.
Like a dart the present glances, Silent stands the past sublime.
Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.
No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.
Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.