What men classify as living is often but the discontentment of making oneself itch just to enjoy the scratch.

Reality. It is sometimes brought through foreign eyes; because if you do not know any better, you cannot see the worse (and vice versa).

Most men either compromise or drop their greatest talents and start running after, what they perceive to be, a more reasonable success, and somewhere in between they end up with a discontented settlement. Safety is indeed stability, but it is not progression.

You wander. You work nearly every job known to man, it seems, only to arrive at the wonderings of philosophy.

It is in the nature of man to want what he does not have. This modern concern for happiness seems a real testimony of its absence.