All the goods of life united would not make a very happy man; but all the ills united would make a wretch indeed; and any one of them almost (and who can be free from every one ?) nay often the absence of one good (and who can possess all ?) is sufficient to render life ineligible.
Were a stranger to drop on a sudden into this world, I would show him, as a specimen of its ills, a hospital full of diseases, a prison crowded with malefactors and debtors, a field of battle strewed with carcasses, a fleet foundering in the ocean, a nation languishing under tyranny, famine, or pestilence.

To turn the gay side of life to him, and give him a notion of its pleasures; whither should I conduct him?
to a ball, to an opera, to court?
He might justly think, that I was only showing him a diversity of distress and sorrow.
There is no evading such striking instances, said PHILO, but by apologies, which still further aggravate the charge.

Why have all men, I ask, in all ages, complained incessantly of the miseries of life ?...
They have no just reason, says one: these complaints proceed only from their discontented, repining, anxious disposition...And can there possibly, I reply, be a more certain foundation of misery, than such a wretched temper?
But if they were really as unhappy as they pretend, says my antagonist, why do they remain in life ?...
Not satisfied with life, afraid of death.
This is the secret chain, say I, that holds us.

We are terrified, not bribed to the continuance of our existence.
It is only a false delicacy, he may insist, which a few refined spirits indulge, and which has spread these complaints among the whole race of mankind.

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