Alas, I can’t seem to be happy. Each night I lie awake for several hours full of dark thoughts and foolish regrets, and my old longing to cease to be. Although I’ve often been happy, I’ve never felt at home in the world, and know now that I never shall.

Malcolm Muggeridge

Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing for the future.

Antoine Rivarol

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