“He only is rich who owns the day. There is no king, rich man, fairy, or demon who possesses such power as that. The days are ever divine as to the first Aryans. They are of the least pretension and of the greatest capacity of anything that exists. They come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant party, but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.”—American philosopher, poet and essayist Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), “Works and Days,” in Society and Solitude (1870)
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