I Seldom Go Into A Natural History

I Was Born With A Chronic Anxiety About The Weather.

The Secret Of Happiness Is Something To Do.

Few Persons Realize How Much Of Their Happiness, Such As It Is, Is Dependent Upon Their Work.

Few Persons Realize How Much Of Their Happiness Is Dependent Upon Their Work, Upon The Fact That They Are Busy And Not Left To Feed Upon Themselves. Blessed Is The Person Who Has Some Congenial Work, Some Occupation In Which To Place One's Heart, And Which Affords A Complete Outlet To All The Forces That Are In Him Or Her.

Science Is A Capital Or Fund Perpetually Reinvested; It Accumulates, Rolls Up, Is Carried Forward By Every New Man. Every Man Of Science Has All The Science Before Him To Go Upon, To Set Himself Up In Business With. What An Enormous Sum Darwin Availed Himself Of And Reinvested! Not So In Literature; To Every Poet, To Every Artist, It Is Still The First Day Of Creation, So Far As The Essentials Of His Task Are Concerned. Literature Is Not So Much A Fund To Be Reinvested As It Is A Crop To Be Ever New-grown.