Human society sustains itself by transforming nature into garbage.

After my spectacular failures, I could not be satisfied with an ordinary success.

When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion.

If success is a habit, it is a hard one to acquire.

The time I kill is killing me.

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.