Rest, nature, books, music...such is my idea of happiness.

Happiness is unrepentant pleasure.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

Don't give yourself to negligence. Don't devote yourself to sensual pleasure. Vigilant and absorbed in meditation, one attains abundant happiness.