The Two Offices Of Memory Are Collection

The Whole Of Life Is But Keeping Away The Thoughts Of Death.

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Man Alone Is Born Crying, Lives Complaining, And Dies Disappointed.

Hope Is Necessary In Every Condition. The Miseries Of Poverty, Of Sickness, Or Captivity, Would, Without This Comfort, Be Insupportable; Nor Does It Appear That The Happiest Lot Of Terrestrial Existence Can Set Us Above The Want Of This General Blessing; Or That Life, When The Gifts Of Nature And Of Fortune Are Accumulated Upon It, Would Not Still Be Wretched, Were It Not Elevated And Delighted By The Expectation Of Some New Possession, Of Some Enjoyment Yet Behind, By Which The Wish Shall At Last Be Satisfied, And The Heart Filled Up To Its Utmost Extent.

It Is More From Carelessness About Truth Than From Intentionally Lying That There Is So Much Falsehood In The World.