The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

With thee conversing I forget all time, all seasons, and their change; all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, with charm of earliest birds.

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.

One of the great illusions of our day is that hurrying will buy us more time.

Life is too short, too precious, too painful to waste on worldly bubbles that burst

Fear not. Whether you live or die, you will be with me. And in the meantime, while you live, nothing will happen to you—nothing!—that I do not appoint. If I decide, you will live. If I decide, you will die. And until you die at my decision, I will decide if you do this or that. Get to work." This is my Rock—for today, tomorrow, and eternity.

We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one.

We can have no progress without change, whether it be basketball or anything else.

O that you would realize that each moment is golden.

Amusement, on the other hand, is sought for the sake of pleasure and is often carried to excess; it absorbs the energies that are required for useful work and thus proves a hindrance to life's true success.

Our time here is short. We can pass through this world but once; as we pass along, let us make the most of life.

All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.