The peculiar malaise of our day is air-conditioned unhappiness, the staleness and stuffiness of machine-made routine.

The human being who lives only for himself finally reaps nothing but unhappiness. Selfishness corrodes. Unselfishness ennobles, satisfies. Don't put off the joy derivable from doing helpful, kindly things for others.

He's the hardest working guy I've ever been around. He does it religiously every day. He has a routine that he goes through and does it every day, home and on the road. It's amazing.

He came by almost every day to see her, ... He had a routine.

He came by almost every day























































































































to see her, ... He had a routine.

I have my routine. I'm running 3 or 4 miles a day.