People Quickly Grow Accustomed To Being The

Joy Came Always After Pain.

Without Poets, Without Artists, Men Would Soon Weary Of Nature's Monotony.

How Slow Life Is, How Violent Hope Is.

The Plastic Virtues: Purity, Unity, And Truth, Keep Nature In Subjection.

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.