You have no idea, unless you have tried it, how endlessly long is a summer’s day, that you measure out only by hunger, and bring to an end only when you are drowsy.
You could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else.
You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition; but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.
When the torrent sweeps the man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.
We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.
We do not go to cowards for tender dealing; there is nothing so cruel as panic; the man who has least fear for his own carcase, has most time to consider others.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.
To equip a dull, respectable person with wings would be but to make a parody of an angel.
To be truly happy is a question of how we begin and not of how we end, of what we want and not of what we have.
To be overwise is to ossify; and the scruple-monger ends by standing stockstill.
There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy, we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.
There is certainly some chill and arid knowledge to be found upon the summits of formal and laborious science; but it is all round about you, and for the trouble of looking, that you will acquire the warm and palpitating facts of life.
