Nobody can predict the future; the idea is to have a firm grasp of the present.
There is something about the Himalayas not possessed by the Alps, something unseen and unknown, a charm that pervades every hour spent among them, a mystery intriguing and disturbing. Confronted by them, a man loses his grasp of ordinary things, perceiving himself as immortal, an entity capable of outdistancing all changes, all decay, all life, all death.
Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' Talk is clouds, Table Talk is smoke. " Les Miserables
Haste is never more dangerous than when you feel that victory is in your grasp.