When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the small space which I fill, or even can see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces whereof I know nothing, and which know nothing of me, I am terrified, and wonder that I am here rather than there, for there is no reason why here rather than there, or now rather than then. Who has set me here? By whose order and design have this place and time been destined for me?—Memoria hospitis unius diei prætereuntis.
It is not well to be too much at liberty. It is not well to have all we want.
How many kingdoms know nothing of us!
The eternal silence of these infinite spaces alarms me.


"The Misery of Man Without God": "Man's Disproportion," The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal translated from the Text of M. Auguste Molinier Tr. C. Kegan Paul (1885)

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When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the small space which I fill, or even can see, engulfed ...

When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the small space which I fill, or even can see, engulfed ...

When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the small space which I fill, or even can see, engulfed ...

When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the small space which I fill, or even can see, engulfed ...