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It is always a solemn moment in life when one can sincerely subscribe to a platitude. Platitudes are the things which people of plain minds shout from the steps of the staircase of life ascend; and to discover the truth of a platitude by actual experience means that you have climbed a step higher.
My first enunciation is that in this world we most of us do what we like. And the corollary to that is, that we most of us like what we do. Of course, we must begin by taking for granted that we most of us are obliged to do something. Granted that it seems to me that it is very rare to find people who do not take a certain pleasure in their work, and even secretly and efficiency. To find a person who has not some species of pride of this nature is very rare. Other people may not share our opinion of our own work. But even in the case of those whose work is most open to criticism, one almost invariably finds that they resent criticism and are very ready to appropriate praise.
I believe my principle to be of almost universal application and that if one could see into the heart of the people, who are accounted, and rightly accounted, to be gross and conspicuous failures, we should find that they were not free from a certain pleasant vanity about their own qualifications and efficiency. 'the few people whom I have met, who are apt to despond over their work, are generally people who do it remarkably well, and whose ideal of efficiency is so high that they criticize severely in themselves any deviation from their standard. Moreover, if one goes a little deeper and one reechoes their own criticisms upon their work, such criticisms are apt to be deeply resented. It is then, a happy and merciful delusion by which we are bound. We grow to love our work, and we grow, too, to believe in our method of doing it.