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Happiness Lies In The Absorption In Some Vocation Which Satisfies The Soul.

The Clean Tongue, The Clear Head, And The Bright Eye Are Birthrights Of Each Day.

Breathes There A Man With Soul So Dead That It Does Not Glow At The Thought Of What The Men Of His Blood Have Done And Suffered To Make His Country What It Is? There Is Room, Plenty Of Room, For Proper Pride Of Land And Birth. What I Inveigh Against Is A Cursed Spirit Of Intolerance, Conceived In Distrust And Bred In Ignorance, That Makes The Mental Attitude Perennially Antagonistic, Even Bitterly Antagonistic, To Everything Foreign, That Subordinates Everywhere The Race To The Nation, Forgetting The Higher Claims Of Human Brotherhood.

Think Not Of The Amount To Be Accomplished, The Difficulties To Be Overcome, Or The End To Be Attained, But Set Earnestly At The Little Task At Your Elbow, Letting That Be Sufficient For The Day.

It Is Much Simpler To Buy Books Than To Read Them And Easier To Read Them Than To Absorb Their Contents.