The flowers of life are but visionary. How many pass away and leave no trace behind! How few yield any fruit,--and the fruit itself, how rarely does it ripen! And yet there are flowers enough; and is it not strange, my friend, that we should suffer the little that does really ripen to rot, decay, and perish unenjoyed?
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe really unhappy person is the one who leaves undone what they can do, and starts doing what they don't understand; no wonder they come to grief.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe