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But The Whim We Have Of Happiness Is Somewhat Thus. By Certain Valuations, And Averages, Of Our Own Striking, We Come Upon Some Sort Of Average Terrestrial Lot; This We Fancy Belongs To Us By Nature, And Of Indefeasible Rights. It Is Simple Payment Of Our Wages, Of Our Deserts; Requires Neither Thanks Nor Complaint. Foolish Soul! What Act Of Legislature Was There That Thou Shouldst Be Happy? A Little While Ago Thou Hadst No Right To Be At All.

Every Man Has A Coward And Hero In His Soul.

The Times Are Very Bad. Very Well, You Are There To Make Them Better.

Nine-tenths Of The Miseries And Vices Of Mankind Proceed From Idleness.

The Hell Of These Days Is The Fear Of Not Getting Along, Especially Of Not Making Money.