y in the love of a man and a woman who thoroughly appreciate
each other.

For instance, Carlyle abused money-making, that chief occupation of
modern life which most people pursue in order to attain the great end,
happiness. But men may find pleasure in money-grubbing, not happiness.
Carlyle mistook pleasure for happiness. His dyspeptic state prevented
him from enjoying any pleasure, and his sour disposition any happiness;
and, just as a man who cannot eat a dinner loves to lecture another who
enjoys a good digestion, he scolded and snarled. Now, mankind has never
been improved by scolding, and that is why his writings have passed
over the heads of the human race and done no good. Man has ever been,
is, and ever will be, in search of the solution of the great problem of
life, happiness; and what they want is thinkers, writers who will help
them to find it. Carlyle treated the human race very much as he treated
his wife: he wrote beautiful love-letters to her, but never said a kind
or sweet word to her which might have helped to make her happy.

There is always something very unsatisfactory and inconclusive about a
blind man discoursing on colour, or a dyspeptic one on pleasure and
happiness.

No doubt the greatest source of happiness in this world is to be found
in the love and devotion of a man and a woman. You may find it in every
sphere of life, but more particularly in that little cottage covered
with ivy, jasmine, and honeysuckle which seldom attracts the attention
of the passer-by. Happy the one whose nest is hidden far from the
crowd!

Now, what will especially help a man and woman to find happiness in
love? Many, many things will help, but most especially the artistic
temperament--that temperament which can be cultivated and developed,
and which will cause the man and the woman to always look for the
beautiful, for the enjoyment of the soul and the heart at the same time
as that of the body.

Love is the poetry of the senses. It reveals its secrets and its
ecstasies only to those who can so mingle their thoughts, their hearts,
their souls, as to transform two beings into one--only to people of
refinement and of artistic disposition.

The French, for example, are neither more moral nor more immoral than
the English or the Americans: they are different in their morality,
different in their immorality, as they are in their tastes, customs,
and habits. But what I am perfectly sure of is that they are the
happ