How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.
Oh the piercing sadness of life in the midst of its ordinariness!
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too. How fortunate we are to be food-consuming animals. Each meal should be a treat and one ought to bless every day which brings with it a good digestion and the precious gift of hunger.
One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.