They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
There are blessings in being close to the soil, in raising your own food even if it is only a garden in your yard and a fruit tree or two. Those families will be fortunate who, in the last days, have an adequate supply of food because of their foresight and ability to produce their own.
There is a slight problem with being a conceptual artist these days: You won’t get paid. But this levels the field and takes the art of money out of the field of serious art. The only conceptual artists who would conceive of making money on the Internet are a lowbrow species known as hustlers.
As to each of us, the knowledge that we are here but briefly and a nonnegotiable limit is set to our expected time may even be necessary as the incentive to number our days and make them count.
Let each man pass his days in that wherein his skill is greatest.
The House of Lords is like a glass of champagne that has stood for five days.
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
The years teach much which the days never know.
The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.
Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well.