There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it

A lifetime of happiness? No man could bear it: it would be hell on earth.

Man is no star, but a quick coal

Of mortal fire:
Who blows it not, nor doth control

A faint desire,

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire

There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.

In civilized life, where the happiness and indeed almost the existence of man, depends on the opinion of his fellow men. He is constantly acting a studied part.