He who reviews his day`s and life`s work when he is weary and worn out, generally arrives at a melancholy conclusion: this, however, is not the fault of day and life, but of weariness. In the midst of our work, and even our pleasures, we usually find no leisure to muse over life and existence: but should this for once actually happen, we should no longer concede the point to him who was waiting for the seventh day and for rest to find all things in existence very beautiful- he had missed the right moment.
The dawn of day by Friedrich Nietzsche
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| Reviewing the day`s work |
