Time is, as you are probably aware, merely a convenient fiction. There is no such thing as time.

It is not, Dear, because I am alone, For I am lonelier when the rest are near, But that my place against your heart has grown Too dear to dream of when you are not here.

Time is, as you are probably aware, merely a convenient fiction. There is no such thing as time.

A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.

People think six is a great many, when it's children. ...they don't mind six pairs of boots, or six pounds of apples, or six oranges, especially in equations, but they seem to think that you ought not to have five brothers and sisters.

Life will give you what you ask of here if only you ask long enough and plainly enough.

Time and space are only forms of thought.