C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Oblivion
Oblivion is not to be hired.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
And steep my senses in forgetfulness.
A sweet forgetfulness of human care.
And o’er the past oblivion stretch her wing.
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; riches take wings; the only certainty is oblivion.
Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
Oblivion is the rule, and fame the exception, of humanity.
Oblivion is a second death, which great minds dread more than the first.
Through age both weak in body and oblivious.
Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the past.
It is the lot of man to suffer; it is also his fortune to forget. Oblivion and sorrow share our being, as darkness and light divide the course of time.