Priestly was the first (unless it was Becarria) who taught my
lips to pronounce this sacred truth--that the greatest read more

Priestly was the first (unless it was Becarria) who taught my
lips to pronounce this sacred truth--that the greatest happiness
of the greatest number is the foundation of morals and
legislation.

There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power read more

There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.

We think a happy life consists in tranquility of mind.
[Lat., In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.]

We think a happy life consists in tranquility of mind.
[Lat., In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.]

Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.

Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.

The celebrated Galen said that employment was nature's physician. It is indeed so important to happiness that indolence is justly read more

The celebrated Galen said that employment was nature's physician. It is indeed so important to happiness that indolence is justly considered the parent of misery.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with read more

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition read more

The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.

'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;
His form was read more

'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.