We are never present with, but always beyond ourselves: fear, desire, hope, still push us on towards the future, depriving us, in the meantime, of the sense and consideration of that which is to amuse us with the thought of what shall be, even when we shall be no more.--[Rousseau, Emile, livre ii.] "Calamitosus est animus futuri auxius." ["The mind anxious about the future is unhappy." --Seneca, Epist., 98.]
