Poor David Hume is dying fast but with more real cheerfulness and good humor and with more real resignation to the necessary course of things than any whining Christian ever dyed with pretended resignation to the will of God.
No society can surely be flourishing and happy of which the far greater part...
Humor results when society says you can't scratch certain things in public...
I have a talent for happiness. I look with the eyes of a painter and I see beauty.
