Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

The sense of danger is never, perhaps, so fully apprehended as when the danger has been overcome.

Routine is not organization, any more than paralysis is order.

There are no better cosmetics than a severe temperance and purity, modesty and humility, a gracious temper and calmness of spirit; and there is no true beauty without the signatures of these graces in the very countenance.

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom