“Ah, nothing is too late
Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.”

“Though the dream of love may tire,
In the ages long agone
There were ruby hearts of fire —
Ah, the daughters of the dawn!”

“One winter night, at half past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine”

“[T]he task of science can never end till man ceases to be, till history is no longer made, and development itself ceases.”

“there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late”

“Ah! Whither, whither shall I fly,
A poor unhappy Maid;
To hopeless Love and Misery
By my own Heart betray’d?”

“It is too late to start
For destinations not of the heart.
I must stay here with my hurt.”

“Unused to the situations in which I find myself, and embarrassed by the slightest difficulties, I seldom, till too late, discover how I ought to act.”

“And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.”

“They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be…too late.”