Many A Happiness In Life, A Many

We Should Tell Ourselves Once And For All That It Is The First Duty Of The Soul To Become As Happy, Complete, Independent, And Great As Lies In Its Power. To This End We May Sacrifice Even The Passion For Sacrifice, For Sacrifice Never Should Be The Means Of Ennoblement, But Only The Sign Of Being Ennobled.

You Do Well To Have Visions Of A Better Life Than Of Every Day, But It Is The Life Of Every Day From Which The Elements Of A Better Life Must Come.

Brave Old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly Flowers, Stocks! For Even As The Field-flowers, From Which A Trifle, A Ray Of Beauty, A Drop Of Perfume, Divides Them, They Have Charming Names, The Softest In The Language; And Each Of Them, Like Tiny, Art-less Ex-votos, Or Like Medals Bestowed By The Gratitude Of Men, Proudly Bears Three Or Four.

To Be Happy Is Only To Have Freed One's Soul From The Unrest Of Unhappiness.

I Am Moved By The Light.