Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.


Conversations of Goethe with Eckermann and Soret (ed. 1850)


Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.