First, though is one of the poetry pieces that everyone should know, by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
And now the 12 Rules to Live By, purportedly by Robert Louis Stevenson.
- Make up your mind to be happy. Learn to find pleasure in simple things.
- Make the best of circumstances. No one has everything and everyone has something of sorrow.
- Don’t take yourself too seriously.
- Don’t let criticism worry you. You can’t please everybody.
- Don’t let your neighbors set your standards; be yourself.
- Do things you enjoy doing but stay out of debt.
- Don’t borrow trouble. Imaginary things are harder to bear than actual ones.
- Since hate poisons the soul, do not cherish enmities and grudges. Avoid people who make you unhappy.
- Have many interests. If you can’t travel, read about places.
- Don’t hold post-mortems or spend time brooding over sorrows and mistakes.
- Do what you can for those less fortunate than yourself.
- Keep busy at something. A very busy person never has time to be unhappy.