Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
“If I open this envelope fifty years from now, I will be again as I am now and there will be no… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
We said, there's another second gone, there's another minute and another hour and another day, when, as a matter of fact the… — Clifford D. Simak Copy Share Image
