Cloaked in malignant evaporation hiding in stricken minds emitting the purchased belches of perditions shamed rashers squirm in rinds casting their woes of mined trepidations naysayers betrothed to finks in the acidic mire of damning exasperations cloudy dullards minus imponderable sine impervious to the notion that the first condition for Happiness is a clear conscience
One is happy once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness: simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self denial to a point, love of work, and above all, a clear conscience.