Set yourself free;
Gather & save your time, which till lately has been forced from you, or has merely slipped from your hands.
Make yourself believe that certain moments are torn from us, that some are gently removed, & that others glide beyond our reach. The most disgraceful kind of loss, however, is that due to carelessness.
Largest portion of our life passes, while we are doing ill. A goodly share, while we are doing nothing. A whole, while we are doing that; Which is, not to the purpose.
Show me, someone who places any value on their time, Who reckons the worth of each day, who understand that One is dying daily?
For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; The major portion of death has already passed. Whatever years be behind us, are in death’s hands.
Hold every hour in your grasp. Lay hold of today’s task, & you will not need depend, so much upon tomorrow’s. While we are postponing, Life speed by.
Nothing, is ours except Time. Entrusted by nature with ownership of it, so fleeting & slippery, that anyone who can, often will oust it away from our possession.
What fools mortals be! Time, is the one loan, which even a grateful recipient, cannot repay. We allow the things, which can easily be replaced, be charged. Yet we never regarded the debt of this precious commodity, Time!
What is the state of things? It is this: do not regard One as poor, if the little which remains is enough.
Keep what is really yours; (TIME) for, it is too late to spare, when you reach the bottom of the cask, of that which remains at the bottom, the amount is slight, and the quality is vile.