The passage of time is simply an illusion created by our brains.

Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years! I am so weary of toil and of tears, Toil without recompense--tears all in vain, Take them and give me my childhood again. I have grown weary of dust and decay, Weary of sowing for others to reap; Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.

Backward, turn backward, then time in your flight; Make me a child again just for tonight. Mother, come back from the echoeless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore.

We live in a society where friends only go out together rather than to spend time together.

When you kill time, remember that it has no resurrection.

With this schedule, any time you don't play well, you lose.