Israel Zangwill Quotes

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.

We have none of us seen a form which had not a beginning and will not have an end.

All but God is changing day by day.

Morality only is eternal. All the rest is balloon and bubble from the cradle to the grave.

Once, once for all, if you would save your heart from breaking, learn this lesson once for all you must cease, in this world, to believe in the eternity of any creed or form at all. Whatever grows in time is a child of time, and is born and lives, and dies at its appointed day like ourselves.

Time stays, we go.

No one is guaranteed their next moment, or their next breath; yet, humanity has a habit of thinking of its existence on the earth as eternal. Those who are rooted and grounded in Christ know that life is just a vapor.

I think the life we are living now is just a blink in the eye of eternity.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

Time means nothing to me.

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity.

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

Reason is immortal, all else mortal.

Policies are many, Principles are few, Policies will change, Principles never do.

Did you know that today will never be tomorrow.

Life is change, to cease to change is to cease to live; yet if you may shed a tear beside the death-bed of an old friend, let not your heart be silent on the dissolving of a faith.

Time is an eternal guest that banquets on our ideals and bodies.

If man were never to fade away ... but lingered on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us. The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty.

Sad hours and glad hours, and all hours, pass over; One thing unshaken stays: Life, that hath Death for spouse, hath Chance for lover; Whereby decays, Each thing save one thing: mid this strife diurnal, Of hourly change begot, Love that is God-born, bides as God eternal, And changes not; Nor means a tinseled dream pursuing lovers, Find altered by-and-bye, When, with possession, time anon discovers, Trapped dreams must die, - For he that visions God, of mankind gathers, One manlike trait alone, And reverently imputes to Him a father's love for his son.

Time perfects all living beings as well as kills them; it alone is awake when all others are asleep. Time is insurmountable.

My bits of time play with eternity.

He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships become newly born. Each one was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that is transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time stood between one face and another.

We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

How very near us stand the two vast gulfs of time, the past and the future, in which all things disappear.