A felicidade nunca é graciosa.Happiness is never gracious.

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.

Writers write to influence their readers, their preachers, their auditors, but always, at bottom, to be more themselves.

There were the years_ years of childhood and innocence_ when I had believed that carminative meant_ well, carminative. And now, before me lies the rest of my life_ a day, perhaps, ten years, half a century, when I shall know that carminative means windtreibend.

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.''In fact,' said Mustapha Mond, 'you're claiming the right to be unhappy.' 'All right then,' said the Savage defiantly, 'I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.''Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.' There was a long silence. 'I claim them all,' said the Savage at last.Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. 'You're welcome," he said.

_, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.