Once I find the right maxim to apply, I feel that I have done all that can be expected of me.
The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental.
Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Work saves us from melancholy. Pleasure exposes us to it.
Work at first rescues us, then ravages us.