Sunday, November 12, 2017

When you get right down to it, happiness is domestic independence

"How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Still to ourselves in every place consign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find:
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy."


The poetry is Oliver Goldsmith's, but Samuel Johnson wrote it.