The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idealized past. – Robertson Davies, A Voice from the Attic
In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
