"What a world," he might have cried, "what a world to live in when all the man's happiness depends upon his liver!" He contracted an accursed habit of looking on the black side of things; trouble always caught his eye.
It was no wonderful case.

Men of large mind are very rarely happy men.
It is your little animal-minded individual who can be happy.

Thus women, who reflect less, are as a class much happier and more contented than men.

But the large-minded man sees too far, and guesses too much of what he cannot see.

He looks forward, and notes the dusty end of his laborious days; he looks around and shudders at the unceasing misery of a coarse struggling world; the sight of the pitiful beggar babe craving bread on tottering feet, pierces his heart.