It is always difficult to be happy; it is a combat counters many events and against much men; it may be that one is overcome there; there are undoubtedly insurmountable events and misfortunes stronger than the stoical apprentice; but it is the duty most clearly not to perhaps say itself overcome before to have fought of all its forces. And especially, which appears obvious to me, it is that it is impossible that one is happy if one does not want to be it; it is thus necessary to want its happiness and to do it.

What one did not say enough, it is which it is a duty also towards the others to be happy. It is said well that it liked there only that which is happy; but it is forgotten that this reward right and is deserved; because misfortune, the trouble and despair are in the air which we all breathe; therefore we owe recognition and crown of athlete with those which digest miasmas, and purify to some extent the common life for their energetic example.

As there is nothing deeper in the love as the oath to be happy.

What could be more difficult to surmount than the trouble, the sadness or the misfortune of those which one likes?

Any man and any woman should continuously think of this that happiness, I hear that which one conquers for oneself, is the most beautiful offering and most generous.