There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness, but there is the discovery of joy.
Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night.
Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.
They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them.
