Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose. . . . Get your happiness out of your work or you will never know what real happiness is. . . . Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.
It's easy to write one's memoirs when one has a terrible memory.