Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

It is one of the beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.

It is one of the beautiful compensations in this life that no one can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.