The Present (n.) is the only reality and the only certainty.
The Present (n.) is only the indivisible, unenduring boundary between a past and a future that are empty as a dream.
The Present (n.) is the neutral point at which the two currents of time separate — and only one representation can stand in it at once.
The Present (n.) is the only place we really exist, and it is ceaselessly slipping into the dead past — so our existence, even formally, is a constant dying.
The Present (n.) lived for its own sake is either the greatest wisdom, since it alone is real, or the greatest folly, since what vanishes next moment like a dream can never be worth serious effort.
The Present (n.) is a rock in the stream of time: the stream breaks on it but cannot carry it away — or the point where the tangent touches a revolving sphere, which does not itself revolve.
The Present (n.) is the only form of life: no one has ever lived in the past and no one will live in the future; it stands fixed like the rainbow on the waterfall.
The Present's (n.) enjoyment is either the greatest wisdom or the greatest folly... the greatest wisdom because it is the only reality (all else being merely the play of thought), the greatest folly, because in the next moment it will vanish utterly and exist no more.