Life frequently appears only a continued storm, the wrecks of which are friendship, love, and glory. The banks of that time, which has flowed during the course of life, are covered by their fragments.[Alternate translation:]Life often seems but a long shipwreck, of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love: the shores of our existence are strewn with them.[La vie ne semble souvent qu’un long naufrage, dont les débris sont l’amitié, la gloire et l’amour. Les rives du temps, qui s’est écoulé pendant que nous avons vécu, en sont couvertes.]
Source:Reflections on Suicide (1813), (ed. Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1887), Section I, Page 34
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