"Shall I exchange for you this beautiful contexture of things? 'Tis the condition of your creation; death is a part of you, and whilst you endeavour to evade it, you evade yourselves. This very being of yours that you now enjoy is equally divided betwixt life and death. The day of your birth is one day's advance towards the grave:
Σημείο: CHAPTER XIX · ¶542 Άδεια: Public domain · Πηγή Το κείμενο δίνεται όπως στην έκδοση, χωρίς αλλαγές.