Time will satisfy our curiosity about the future so slowly that we will never gain much pleasure from learning the outcome.
Living fully in the present requires living partly in the past.
By recalling the dead in their ordinary lives, the least significant objects make the most significant memorials.
The hours creep but the years fly.
Whoever can count his money has too little of it.
The narrative of history we write with our lives forgets us, recording only our aggregate effect on the world.
Knowing how minutes pass, we know how millennia pass.
A museum's famous paintings glow with oil pigments from the restorer's, not the artist's, brush.
At the funerals of the old, we grieve for the young of fifty years ago.
The young are eager to be adults, adults look forward to being retired, the retired envy youth. We possess the pieces of a happy life, too bad we cherish them out of sequence.
In a few hundred years, solar energy will be as cutting edge as firewood.
Human freedom is like a bottle's freedom to roll side to side on a conveyor belt carrying it toward a trash heap.