“day. You lost your man and”

“So long as I was in your sight
I was your heart, your soul, your treasure;
And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd
Burning in flames beyond all measure:
--Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three!”

“Time, you old gipsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?”

“A day lost at the beginning of project hurts just as much as a day lost at the end.”

“How you start your day is how you live your day. How you live your day is how you live your life.”

“Every day, thought Stone, is a revelation. At night it seems that you will never see it again, that it has been lost in the darkness. But with the sun, you hold your breath and look, and there it is. Just as it was; as you could never quite remember it.”

“I commend you and rejoice in the fact that you are persistent in your studies, and that, putting all else aside, you make it each day your endeavour to become a better man.”

“Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still—until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.”

“Dialectical materialism works like cocaine, let's say. If you sniff it once or twice, it may not change your life. If you use it day after day, though, it will make you into an addict, a different man.”

“Every day is lost in which we do not learn something useful. Man has no nobler or more valuable possession than time.”