The Future (n.) is happening at this very moment, and most of it is already past: the time we have lived is where it was before we lived.
Future (n.) does not concern me yet, and past suffering concerns me no longer: both must be cut away.
Future (n.) is life’s rough sea, and the only safe harbour is refusing to be bothered about what it will bring.
Future (n.) makes us ungrateful for past gains, as if it would not itself be quickly blended with the past.
Future (n.) worries only the man to whom the present is unprofitable.
The Future (n.) cannot be a good, because it is not yet: the sick man is not helped by the health that is to come — the best proof a thing is absent is that it is yet to be.
The Future (n.) cannot deceive the man who awaits it in its entirety: I do not know what is to be, but I do know what may come to be.
The Future (n.) is uncertain even to the blessed: time runs by fixed law, but in darkness — and what is it to me that nature is sure of what I am not?