A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure, it also saves one from the innumerable instances where one would have experienced pain.
It is not the chains of some tyrant that robs us of freedom. Rather, it is the staleness of our attitude.
(imp. & p. p.) of Rob
For the first time I began to perceive that true sympathy cannot be switched on and off like an electric current, that anyone that identifies himself with the fate of another is robbed to some extent...