So we purpose and neglect, till death comes like a nurse to take us to bed, and finds our tasks unfinished, and takes away our toys!" Presently he went on: "Our mechanical arbitrary division of time is indeed a very false one.

See how one day drags along, and how quickly another passes.

The true measure of time is that which makes each man's life a day, his day.

The real night is that in which no man can work.

Indeed, nothing can be more true and natural than those Eastern expressions.