We don't decide anything. We just slide along thinking of something else. If people would only give, just once in their lives, the same amount of serious reflection to what they want to get out of life that they give to the question of what they want to get out of a two-weeks' vacation [...] there aren't many folks who wouldn't be horrified at the aimless procession of their busy days and the trivial false standards they subscribe to with their blood and sweat.

The Squirrel-Cage (1912), p. 53