What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny compared to what lies within us."
Emerson Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings on you. [. . .] Scarcity and want shall shun you, Ceres' blessing so is on you. — Shakespeare, The Tempest (4.1.108-109; 116-17) We are born to sorrow, pass our time in sorrow, end our days in sorrow.