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"I count my time by times that I meet thee; These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons, And nights, these are my old moons and my new moons. Slow fly the hours, fast the hours flee, If thou art far from or art near to me: If thou art far, the bird's tunes are no tunes; If thou art near, the wintry days are Junes."
"The four eights, that ideal of operative felicity, are here (New Zealand) a realized fact."
": Procrastination brings loss, delay danger."
"Dilatio damnum habet, mora periculum."
"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday."
"Let us leave hurry to slaves."
"Who well lives, long lives: for this age of ours Should not be numbered by years, daies and hours."
"And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass."
"(Time) with his silent sickle."
"Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own; He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today."
"When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray."
"Time, to the nation as to the individual, is nothing absolute; its duration depends on the rate of thought and feeling."
"But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day and the race a life."
"Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!… his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his Hands are mutes."
": The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time."
"Che'l perder tempo a chi più sa più spiace."
"Swift speedy Time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow."
"See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face."
"Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound."
"His time's forever, everywhere his place."
"Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last."
"Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river's bank expecting stay, Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on."
"Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,—as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!"
"Time means a lot to me because, you see, I, too, am also a learner and am often lost in the joy of forever developing and simplifying. If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of."
": Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix."
"Sex horas somno, totidem des legibus æquis Quatuor orabis, des epulisque duas; Quod superest ultra sacris largire Camœnis."
"Hours are Time's shafts, and one comes winged with death."
"No! no arresting the vast wheel of time, That round and round still turns with onward might, Stern, dragging thousands to the dreaded night Of an unknown hereafter."
": O what times (are these)! what morals!"
"O tempora! O mores!"
": Time destroys the groundless conceits of men; it confirms decisions founded on reality."
"Opinionum enim commenta delet dies; naturæ judicia confirmat."
"Know the true value of time; snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it. No idleness, no laziness, no procrastination: never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day."
"I recommend you to take care of the minutes, for the hours will take care of themselves."
"No ay memoria à quien el tiempo no acabe, ni dolor que nuerte no le consuma. There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not put an end to."
"That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,—for we have no word to speak about it."
"Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die."
"He more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages."
"Out upon Time! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before! Out upon Time! who forever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve."
"Thinkst thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs; mine Have made my days and nights imperishable, Endless, and all alike."
"The good old times—all times when old are good— Are gone."
"How slowly time creeps till my Phœbe returns! While amidst the soft zephyr's cool breezes I burn. Methinks if I knew whereabouts he would tread, I could breathe on his wings and 'twould melt down the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear, And rest so much longer for 't when she is here."
"Nae man can tether time or tide."
"Some wee short hour ayont the twal."
"Behind, he hears Time's iron gates close faintly, He is now far from them; For he has reached the city of the saintly, The New Jerusalem."
"Time was made for slaves."
"Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is not long. The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity, and a short interposition, for a time, between such a state of duration as was before it and may be after it."
"What's not destroyed by Time's devouring hand?"
": Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me."
"Le temps fuit, et nous traîne avec soi: Le moment où je parle est déjà loin de moi."
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwürdig geformten Höhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschöpft, das Abenteuer an dem großen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurück. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der größte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei außer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!