The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief.

Minutes, foolish mortal, are the base mineralthat you must not let go of without extracting their gold!

When I was young I lived a constant storm,Though now and then the brilliant suns shot through,So in my garden few red fruits were born,The rain and thunder had so much to do.- The Enemy

Flesh is willing, but the Soul requiresSisyphean patience for its song,Time, Hippocrates remarked, is shortand Art is long.

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.

One can only forget about time by making use of it.