This wandering about is fine in its way, but it must
come to an end some day. A man needs to put down a root
somewhere to be really happy._
_What absurd victims of contrary desires we are! If a man is
settled in one place he yearns to wander; when he wanders he
yearns to have a home. And yet how bestial is content--all
the great things in life are done by discontented people._
_There are three ingredients in the good life: learning,
earning, and yearning. A man should be learning as he goes;
and he should be earning bread for himself and others; and he
should be yearning, too: yearning to know the unknowable._
_What a fine old poem is "The Pulley" by George Herbert! Those
Elizabethan fellows knew how to write! They were marred
perhaps by their idea that poems must be "witty." (Remember
how Bacon said that reading poets makes one witty? There he
gave a clue to the literature of his time.) Their fantastic
puns and conceits are rather out of our fashion nowadays. But
Lord! the root of the matter was in them! How gallantly,
how reverently, they tackle the problems of life!_
_When God at first made man (says George Herbert) He had a
"glass of blessings standing by.
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