“Not that anything in all this is infinite and eternal, but these finite realities are infinitely multiplied. Thus[Pg 37] it seems to me to be only the number which multiplies them that is infinite.
122 Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
It is like a nation which we have provoked, but meet again after two generations. They are still Frenchmen, but not the same.
123 He no longer loves the person whom he loved ten years ago. I quite believe it.”