From the moment you are born, you could die. I think as an artist it is important to meditate on that.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives, Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

Everything in life is just for a while.

Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!

Touching soap bubbles is another lovely metaphor.

Here is Eliot, again from "Burnt Norton": Time past and time future Allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time

One great thing about growing old is that nothing is going to lead to anything. Everything is of the moment.

There are no two hours alike. Every hour is unique and the only one given at the moment, exclusive and endlessly precious. Judaism teaches us to be attached to holiness in time; to learn how to consecrate sanctuaries that emerge from the magnificent stream of a year.

It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: "And this, too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!

Force is all-conquering, but its victories are short-lived.

And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.