Spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it all, right away, every time. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water.
[Annie Dillard]

“I do not pay Compliments, because I do not desire them. For this Reason, I am very well pleas’d you speak so coldly of my Petition. I had, however, given Orders to have it printed, which perhaps may be executed: Tho’ I believe I had better have left it alone. Not because it will give Offence, but because it will not give Entertainment: Not because it may be call’d profane; but because it may deservedly be call’d dull.”

[from “A Letter Concerning the Dialogues on Natural Religion”]