When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. – Maurice Maeterlinck, Wisdom and Destiny, 1901, translated by Alfred Sutro
I admire the man who exclaimed, “I have lost a day!” because he had neglected to do any good in the course of it…. – Author unknown, “Flowers of Literature,” 1803
War consisteth not in battle only, or the act of fighting but in a tract of time, wherein the will to contend by battle is sufficiently known. – Thomas Hobbes
