Twelve o’clock
Is it really certain that happiness is the prize of brilliant successes , rather than of a wisely accepted poverty ? Ah ! if men but knew in what a small dwelling joy can live , and how little it costs to furnish it ! Twelve o'clock . -- I have been walking up and down my attic for a long time , with my arms folded and my eyes on the ground ! My doubts increase , like shadows encroaching more and more on some bright space ; my fears multiply ; and the uncertainty becomes every moment more painful to me ! It is necessary for me to decide to-day , and before the evening !