Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, read more

Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are

. . . all who joy would win
Must share it.--Happiness was born a twin.

. . . all who joy would win
Must share it.--Happiness was born a twin.

Happiness is realizing that nothing is too important.

Happiness is realizing that nothing is too important.

We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of read more

We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.

A great leader's courage to fulfill his vision comes from passion, not position.

A great leader's courage to fulfill his vision comes from passion, not position.

It's our nature: Human beings like success but they hate successful people.

It's our nature: Human beings like success but they hate successful people.

Happiness lies in our own backyard, but it's probably well hidden by crabgrass.

Happiness lies in our own backyard, but it's probably well hidden by crabgrass.

If a man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs to sell, or
can make better chairs read more

If a man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs to sell, or
can make better chairs or knives, crucibles, or church organs,
than anybody else, you will find a broad, hard-beaten road to his
house, tho it be in the woods. And if a man knows the law,
people will find it out, tho he live in a pine shanty, and resort
to him. And if a man can pipe or sing, so as to wrap the
prisoned soul in an elysium; or can paint landscape, and convey
into oils and ochers all the enchantments of spring or autumn; or
can liberate or intoxicate all people who hear him with delicious
songs and verses, 'tis certain that the secret can not be kept:
the first witness tells it to a second, and men go by fives and
tens and fifties to his door.

There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.