
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! —
John Milton

It wasn't enough. With that much damage, there was no way her blood would be effective quick enough. It would only delay the inevitable. —
Lindsay J. Pryor

Some people were born just so they could be buried. —
Donald Ray Pollock

There were no temples or shrines among us save those of nature. —
Charles Eastman

Josephine wasn't much for praying . It had never done her any good. —
Denise Hunter

He has room for people with very little sense, but He wants everyone to use what sense they have. —
C.S. Lewis

For
thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde. —
Geoffrey Chaucer