I don’t imagine it to be a matter of my own destruction that  I, in good faith, mean to reject a life of endless wanting. I don’t mean to spend this life—nor any other—in constant pursuit of that satisfaction which is perpetually far off and living always in the future. I mean to acknowledge the very miracle that exists here now, and the joy that it brings. It is a matter of good fortune that such things be understood now, lest years be spent toward some other end, only to find this wisdom beyond its hour of value.