Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.
We are born with faculties and powers capable almost of any thing, such at least as would carry us farther than can easily be imagined: but it is only the exercise of those powers, which gives us ability and skill in any thing, and leads us towards perfection.
Those born to wealth, and who have the means of gratifying every wish, know not what is the real happiness of life, just as those who have been tossed on the stormy waters of the ocean on a few frail planks can alone realize the blessings of fair weather.
Our body begins to destroy itself from the moment it is born. We are fragile. We’re creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.
No one is born evil, just like no one is born alone. They become that way, through choice and circumstance.
No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.