Time passes swiftly, but is it not joyous to see how great and growing is the treasure we have gathered together, amid the storms and stresses of so many eventful and to millions tragic and terrible years?

Time and money are largely interchangeable terms.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

I've found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be.

There's no other time but the present. Anything else is a waste of time.