prosperity. Ever tormented by the shadowy suspicion that they
may not have chosen the shortest route to get it. They cleave
to the things of this world as if assured that they will never die,
and yet rush to snatch any that comes within their reach as if they
expected to stop living before they had relished them.
Death steps in, in the end, and stops them before they have
grown tired of this futile pursuit of that complete felicity
which always escapes them.
Alexis de Tocqueville
Alexis de Tocqueville
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