I have known fellows to whom the earth was so full of little pleasures that after the worst clouts they rose like larks from a furrow. A wise philosophy-but I had none of it. I always saw the little pageant of man's life like a child's peep-show beside the dark wastes of eternity. (John Buchan)

I have known fellows to whom the earth was so full of little pleasures that after the worst clouts they rose like larks from a furrow. A wise philosophy-but I had none of it. I always saw the little pageant of man's life like a child's peep-show beside the dark wastes of eternity.

John Buchan

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