Life spent hovering round tomb. various sicknesses winds carry us less — Fran?�ois-Ren?� de Chateaubriand, M?�moires d’Outre-Tombe

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Life is spent hovering round our tomb. Our various sicknesses are but the winds which carry us more or less near to the haven. … Death is our friend, nevertheless we do not recognise it as such, because it presents itself to us under a mask, and that mask inspires us with terror.

Fran?�ois-Ren?� de Chateaubriand, M?�moires d'Outre-Tombe

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