A Quote by Michel de Montaigne

Time steals away without any inconvenience. — © Michel de Montaigne
Time steals away without any inconvenience.
He who steals a little steals with the same wish as he who steals much, but with less power.
What if he wakes up before you get home and steals you blind? (Wayne) Steals what? My clothes won’t fit him and I have nothing of any value. Not unless he likes my Peter, Paul, and Mary collection anyway. (Sunshine)
Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.
Time, by moments, steals away, First the hour, and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years
Would any one believe that I am master of slaves by my own purchase? I am drawn along by the general inconvenience of living without them.
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.
. . . [I]n the kingdom of charity, one prefers to suffer some inconvenience rather than inconvenience the neighbor.
Every advance that we make for God and for His cause must be made at our inconvenience. If it does not inconvenience us at all, there is no cross in it.
Do not fret under such assistance as is needful; therein lies one great grace of poverty. It were overambitious to aim at being poor without suffering any inconvenience, in other words, to have the credit of poverty and the convenience of riches.
For the first time in my life, I felt that a wave, a justice was sweeping away a deep-seated decay without any indulgence. I dearly wished that it would keep going without hesitation or deviation, in a spirit of purity forever.
By and large it is uniformly true in mathematics that there is a time lapse between a mathematical discovery and the moment when it is useful; and that this lapse of time can be anything from 30 to 100 years, in some cases even more; and that the whole system seems to function without any direction, without any reference to usefulness, and without any desire to do things which are useful.
Given the ease with which health infuses life with meaning and purpose, it is shocking how swiftly illness steals away those certainties... Time unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.
Every time thief steals, he steals from his own peace, from his own honour! No man is as poor as a rich thief!
Change is not made without inconvenience.
A plagiarist steals from one person. A true artist steals from everybody.
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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