Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.
Hatred is so lasting and stubborn, that reconciliation on a sickbed certainly forebodes death.
It is through madness that we hate an enemy, and think of revenging ourselves; and it is through indolence that we are appeased, and do not revenge ourselves.
The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.
To bewail the loss of a person we love is a happiness compared with the necessity of living with one we hate.
It is weakness which makes us hate an enemy and seek revenge, and it is idleness that pacifies us and causes us to neglect it.
