Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia. Preferring truth to form, he is not constantly at work upon the fa ade of his appearance. No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base. Moralistic is not moral.
Truth is so generic.
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession. Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge. Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.