The one who said, before Mr. Keating, to seize the day. Carpe.... carpe... carpe diem.
I haven't seen Dead Poets Society in awhile, but I don't recall that he said the rest of it. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. "As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in the morrow." Alternatively, "In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebbed away, Seize the present, trust tomorrow e'en as little as you may."
My minimal groggy thought this morning, after the dog got me up at 3 am, is that old Horace had a point. Tempus fugit. And that's really the first and last thing we should need to know, to motivate our quest to conquer happiness.
Happy birthday Bill Bryson, who said we have three reasons never to be unhappy.
And happy birthday to Walter Mitty's creator James Thurber, who said “If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons. ” And: “You can fool too many people, too much of the time.”
A bit of misanthropy, though not so much as Schopenhauer's, conduces to happiness in hard times too.
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