A strange thing is memory and hope one looks backward and the other forward one is of today the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain memory is a painter it paints pictures of the past and of the day.
Your enjoyment of the world is never right till every morning you awake in...
To think the world therefore a general Bedlam or place of madmen and...
Happiness was not made to be boasted but enjoyed. Therefore tho others count...
More company increases happiness but does not lighten or diminish misery.
