What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

The necessary thing is after all but this; solitude, great inner solitude. Going into oneself for hours meeting no one – this one must be able to attain.

Of course, Texas is so huge it really is empty places; people can easily drive an hour and a half to work every day, so even if they’re actually living in the suburbs, it sure feels as if they’re in a remote location.

A world of little cares is continually arising, which busy or affluent life knows nothing of, to open the first door to distress. Hunger is not among the putdownable wants; and a day, even a few hours, in such a condition is often the crisis of a life of ruin

Something like fear chilled me as I sat there in the small hours alone-I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realise.

Prayer and love are learned in the hour when prayer becomes impossible and the heart has turned to stone.

Writing tends to cheer me; it always soothes my spirit and blesses me with the gift of an innocent, tender, childlike day. It is the sensation of having spent a few hours in my homeland, with my customs, free whims, my total freedom.

The series of photographic operations, developing, washing, final drying, takes about quarter of an hour.

It is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. Every movement, every glance, every thought, and every word can be infused with love.

Fame is very agreeable, but the bad thing is that it goes on 24 hours a day

You had your time, you had the power

You’ve yet to have your finest hour

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

I am the happiest man to run under two hours. I am here to inspire everyone that it can be done.

Six hours sleep for a man, seven for a woman and eight for a fool.

Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you

Workmen’s compensation, hours, and conditions of labor are cold consolations if there is no employment

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

I want to thank you, Lord, for life and all that’s in it. Thank you for the day and for the hour, and the minute.

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they’re life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn’t do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life’s tragedies.

Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.

I could spend hours telling you about the suffering the war has brought, but I’d only make myself more miserable

Talk to a man about himself and he will listen for hours