Happiness was not made to be boasted, but enjoyed.
Therefore tho others count me miserable, I will not believe them if I know and feel myself to be happy; nor fear them.
What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service.
Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.
The human organism inherits so delicate an adjustment to climate that, in spite of man's boasted ability to live anywhere, the strain of the frozen North eliminates the more nervous and active types of mind.
Last Update: January, 2020