It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

The Happiness Of Life Consists, Like The Day, Not In Single Flashes (of Light), But In One Continuous Mild Serenity. The Most Beautiful Period Of The Heart's Existence Is In This Calm Equable Light, Even Although It Be Only Moonshine Or Twilight. Now The Mind Alone Can Obtain For Us This Heavenly Cheerfulness And Peace.

Never Write On A Subject Without First Having Read Yourself Full On It; And Never Read On A Subject Till You Have Thought Yourself Hungry On It.

Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only Moderation Gives It Charm.

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.