At twenty a man is a peacock, at thirty a lion, at forty a camel, at fifty a serpent, at sixty a dog, at seventy an ape, at eighty a nothing at all.
There is always time to add a word, never to withdraw one.
Truth always lags behind, limping along on the arm of Time.
God Himself chasteneth not with a rod but with time.
The crutch of Time accomplishes more than the club of Hercules.
There are certain inessential activities-moths of precious time-and it is worse to busy yourself with the trivial than to do nothing.
Truth always lags last, limping along on the arm of Time