Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
He is white-livered and red-faced.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.
That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)