It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done. There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost. It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road… – Florence Bone (1875–1971), The Morning of To‑Day, 1907

We give up leisure in order that we may have leisure, just as we go to war in order that we may have peace. – Aristotle