Clean Hands Make a Happy Life by L. Ron Hubbard

CLEAN HANDS MAKE A HAPPY LIFE

For the first time in the soggy stream that’s history to the human race, it’s possible that happiness exists.
This goal, repeated many times and sought so heavily, has been ungraspable as sun motes, unattainable as a loved one’s sigh.
What makes mankind, basically good beings all, such strangers far to happiness?
The rich man geysers out his wealth. The poor man peers in every crack. But wealth buys nought and crevices are bare. The child hopes he will realize it when grown and, grown, wishes he were happy as a child.
We grasp it but like gossamer, it’s nought. We marry a most perfect girl or man and then throughout our lives weep to make the other make us glad.