Great Jove angry is no longer Jove. - Anton Chekhov

My thoughts about human happiness, for some peculiar reason, had always been tinged with a certain sadness.

No matter how corrupt and unjust a convict may be, he loves fairness more than anything else. If the people placed over him are unfair, from year to year he lapses into an embittered state characterized by an extreme lack of faith.

Every day we spent in enjoying ourselves and in nothing but enjoying ourselves; we strolled in the park, we ate, we drank. Every day there were conversations...