The happy man iz a poor judge of hiz own bliss, for he kant set down and
deskribe it.
Happiness iz like helth--thoze who hav the most ov it seem tew kno it
the least.
Yu kant go out in the spring ov the year and gather happiness along the
side ov the road just the same az you would dandylions--noboddy but a
natral born phool kan do this they are alwus happy, ov course.
When i hear a man bragging how happy he iz, he dont cheat me, he only
cheats himself.