Happiness, In The Ancient, Noble

Words Sing. They Hurt. They Teach. They Sanctify. They Were Man's First, Immeasurable Feat Of Magic. They Liberated Us From Ignorance And Our Barbarous Past.

The First Printed Mention Of Bagels... Is To Be Found In The Community Regulations Of Kracow, Poland, For The Year 1610 Which Stated That Bagels Would Be Given As A Gift To Any Woman In Childbirth.

Proverbs Often Contradict One Another, As Any Reader Soon Discovers. The Sagacity That Advises Us To Look Before We Leap Promptly Warns Us That If We Hesitate We Are Lost; That Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder, But Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind.

If At First You Don't Succeed, Before You Try Again, Stop To Figure Out What You Did Wrong.

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? Those Who Seek The Folly Of Unrelieved 'happiness'-who Fear Moods, Who Shun Solitude, Who Do Not Know The Diginity Of Occasional Depression-can Find Bliss Easily Enough: In Tranquilizing Pills, Or In Senility. The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy.