December 8, 2007


Posted in Philosophy, Thoughts tagged , , , , , at 2:04 am by randallbutisingh



When I look upon the tombs of the great every emotiom of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with a parent upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tombs of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those we must quickly follow; when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions and debates of mankind.  When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be Contemporaries, and make our appearance together.

Joseph Addison.


1 Comment »

  1. amelo14 said,

    Once again such powerful and wise words. Thank you.


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