The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet. The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven. Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. That is happiness; to be dissolved into something completely great. Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
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