Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after,But a lifetime burning in every moment.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

Here between the hither and the farther shore While time is withdrawn, consider the future And the past with an equal mind.

Hurry up, please, its time.

Fare forward, travellers! not escaping from the past Into different lives, or into any future; You are not the same people who left that station Or who will arrive at any terminus, While the narrowing rails slide together behind you.

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.