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our feelings the most glorious part of our life

To lose the bliss we dreamed of, to renounce our whole future, is a keener pang than that caused by the loss of known happiness, however complete it may have been; for is not Hope better than Memory?

Are not our feelings written, as it were, on the things about us?

Is not illusion a sort of night to the mind, which we people with dreams?