“The best thing for being sad, replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, is to learn something. that is the only thing that never fails. You grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listen to the disorder of your viens, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. there is only one thing for it then to learn. learn why the world wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.”

By Theodore White