Time was made for slaves.

Why should we break up Our snug and pleasant party? Time was made for slaves, But never for us so hearty.

On such an occasion as this, All time and nonsense scorning, Nothing shall come amiss, And we won't go home till morning.

We're just a little town that did things that were unheard of at the time.

Tell me, he said, "What is this thing about time? Why is it better to be late than early? People are always saying, we must wait, we must wait. what are they waiting for?"

"Well […] I guess people wait in order to make sure of what they feel."

"And when you have waited—-has it made you sure?

Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down with incredible swiftness