Meanwhile, people never think about time — and time is the one thing they can never get more of. They just swap one busy activity for another. One hope leads to the next hope. One ambition leads to the next ambition. They never try to end their misery. They just change what makes them miserable. Are you stressed about your own career? You'll spend even more time worrying about other people's careers. Did you stop campaigning for office? Now you start campaigning for someone else. Did you stop prosecuting people in court? Now you become a judge. Did you stop being a judge? Now you become an investigator. Did you spend your whole career managing other people's money? Now you obsess over your own.
Meanwhile they take no account of time, of which they will never have a fresh and larger supply: they substitute new occupations for old ones, one hope leads to another, one ambition to another: they do not seek for an end to their wretchedness, but they change its subject. Do our own preferments trouble us? nay, those of other men occupy more of our time. Have we ceased from our labours in canvassing? then we begin others in voting. Have we got rid of the trouble of accusation? then we begin that of judging. Has a man ceased to be a judge? then he becomes an examiner. Has he grown old in the salaried management of other people's property? then he becomes occupied with his own.