“As to what
the future's uncertain lot has in store, why should I demand of Fortune that
she give rather than demand of myself that I should not crave? And why should I crave? Shall I heap up my winnings, and forget that man's lot is unsubstantial?
For what end should I toil? Lo, to-day is the last; if not, it is near the
last.” –Seneca, Letters from a Stoic
