Who can read the future?
Happiness is the world’s White Bird, that alights seldom, and flies fast and far till one day he is lost in the clouds.
Therefore should we hold him fast if by any chance he rests for a little space upon our hand. It is not wise to neglect the present for the future, for who knows what the future will be?
Let us pluck our flowers while the dew is on them, for when the sun is up they wither and on the morrow will others bloom that we shall never see.
– H. Rider Haggard, from Allan Quatermain, 1887