I Do Not Think That Life Has

Good Taste Is His Religion, His Morality, His Standard, And His Test.

Restraint Is The Golden Rule Of Enjoyment.

We Are Ourselves The Stumbling-blocks In The Way Of Our Happiness. Place A Common Individual - By Common, I Mean With The Common Share Of Stupidity, Custom, And Discontent - Place Him In The Garden Of Eden, And He Would Not Find It Out Unless He Were Told, And When Told, He Would Not Believe It.

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.