I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.

There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into the Promised Land Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Without space, there is no time.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

God is busy and has no time for you.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.