Good-humor, gay spirits, are the liberators, the sure cure for spleen and melancholy. Deeper than tears, these irradiate the tophets with their glad heavens. Go laugh, vent the pits, transmuting imps into angels by the alchemy of smiles. The satans flee at the sight of these redeemers.
Amos Bronson AlcottWhile one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.
Amos Bronson Alcott