Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.

Young poets bewail the passing of love old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.

Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time.

The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.

I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.