Yesterday is ashes; tomorrow wood. Only today the fire shines brightly

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.

The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.

Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world of today.

My past is my wisdom to use today. . . my future is my wisdom yet to experience. Be in the present because that is where life resides.

Most of your reactions are echoes from the past. You do not really live in the present.