There was George, throwing away in hideous sloth the inestimable gift of time; his valuable life, every second of which he would have to account for hereafter, passing away from him, unused…. sprawling there, sunk in soul-clogging oblivion. – Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), 1889

When one has a great deal to put into it a day has a hundred pockets. – Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

The word “now” is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks. – Arthur Miller, After the Fall, 1964