Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

What a man Balzac would have been if he had known how to write.

_, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.

Paradise was always over there, a day__ sail away. But it__ a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.