“Like the sundial, my paint box counts no hours but sunny ones.”

“He had hours of paperwork ahead of him. All this paper would one day be the downfall of the Empire.”

“There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy.”

“A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition.”

“Tea is certainly as much of a social drink as coffee, and more domestic, for the reason that the teacup hours are the family hours."”

“History had a slow pulse; man counted in years, history in generations”

“I have wrought my simple planIf I give one hour of joyTo the boy who’s half a man,Or the man who’s half a boy.”