What a strange narrowness of mind now is that, to think the things we have not known are better than the things we have known.
Samuel JohnsonEnlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.
Samuel Johnson