'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;
His form was bent, and his gait was slow,
His long thin hair was white as snow,
But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye.
And he sang every night as he went to bed,
"Let us be happy down here below:
The living should live, though the dead be dead."
Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
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Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.
Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it!
Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it!
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
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Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others,
And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t'were his own.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
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Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.
It is pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness; poverty and wealth have both failed.
It is pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness; poverty and wealth have both failed.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.
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It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room ahs been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years - we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light has been turned on. . -Sharon Salzberg.
