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.
He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.
Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.
Like a dart the present glances, Silent stands the past sublime.
Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.
Youth covets; let not this covetousness seduce you.
Doch zittre vor der langsamen, Der stillen Macht der Zeit. Yet tremble at the slow, silent power of time.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.