Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.

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.

I came, saw, and overcame.

I am not in the giving vein today.

I had as lief have been myself alone.