No one says in the morning: 'The day is soon over, let us await the night.' On the contrary, we think in the evening of what we shall do the next day. We should be very sorry to spend a single day at the mercy of bad weather or tiresome people. We do not leave to chance the employment of even a few hours; and we are right. For who can undertake to spend a single hour without ennui, if he is not at pains to fill that short period to his taste? But what we dare not undertake for a single hour, we sometimes undertake for the whole of our lives. And we say: 'If death ends all, why be at so much trouble? We are very silly to be so anxious about the future;' or, in other words, 'We are very silly not to trust our destinies to chance, and to take so much thought for that space which lies between us and death.'
—Vauvenargues, Reflections and Maxims 147, tr. F.G. Stevens
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