From The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope:

But she was not a woman to be unhappy because she was growing old. Her happiness, like that of most of us, was ever in the future, – never reached but always coming. She, however, had not looked for happiness to love and loveliness, and need not therefore be disappointed on that score. She had never really determined what it was that might make her happy, – having some hazy aspiration after social distinction and literary fame, in which was ever commingled solicitude respecting money.