Some one speaks admirably of the well-ripened fruit of sage delay.
It is one of the illusions, that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour.—Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. —No man has learned anything rightly until he knows and feels that every day is doomsday.
Tomorrow, didst thou say? Go to—I will not hear of it—To-morrow! 'tis a sharper who stakes his penury against thy plenty—who takes thy ready cash, and pays thee nought but wishes, hopes, and promises, the currency of idiots. Tomorrow! it is a period nowhere to he found in all the hoary registers of time, unless perchance in the fool's calendar. Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society with those that own it. "Tis fancy's child, and folly is its father: wrought on such stuff as dreams are; and baseless as the fantastic visions of the evening.
Where duty is plain delay is both foolish and hazardous; where it is not, delay may be both wisdom and safety.
The surest method of arriving at a knowledge of God's eternal purposes about us is to be found in the right use of the present moment. Each hour comes with some little fagot of God's will fastened upon its back.
The procrastinator is not only indolent and weak but commonly false too; most of the weak are false.
Delay has always been injurious to those who are prepared.
Tomorrow I will live, the fool does say: today itself's too late; the wise lived yesterday.
He that takes time to resolve, gives leisure to deny, and warning to prepare.
O, how many deeds of deathless virtue and immortal crime the world had wanted had the actor said, "I will do this tomorrow!"
Time drinketh up the essence of every great and noble action which ought to be performed but is delayed in the execution.
Defer no time; delays have dangerous ends.
In delay we waste our lights in vain; like lamps by day.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Shun delays, they breed remorse; take thy time while time is lent thee.—Creeping snails have weakest force; fly their fault, lest thou repent thee.—Good is best when soonest wrought; lingering labors come to nought.
God keep you from "It is too late." When the fool has made up his mind the market has gone by.
Every delay is hateful, but it gives wisdom.
No man ever served God by doing things tomorrow. If we honor Christ, and are blessed, it is by the things which we do today.
Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal scene.