Don't philosophize; don't speculate; don't think--at least not seriously.

Your thinkers are always miserable.

Take life as it is--full of beauty, full of pleasure.

The sources of enjoyment are all around us.

Let us drink at them and be thankful." "You are a philosopher, I perceive," said Miss Loring, with a smile, "and must have been a thinker, in some degree, to have formed a theory." "I am a cheerful philosopher." "Are you always cheerful, Mr.Dexter ?" inquired Miss Loring.
"Always." "Never feel the pressure of gloomy states?
Have no transitions of feeling--sudden, unaccountable; as if the shadow of a cloud had fallen over your spirit ?" "Never." "You are singularly fortunate." "Am I, Miss Loring ?" and the young man's voice grew tender as he leaned nearer to the maiden.
"I am blessed with a cheerful temper," he added, "and I cultivate the inheritance.