If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;
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If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;
The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our bliss must flow,
And that dear hut,--our home.

Happiness is perfume, you can't pour it on somebody else without getting a few drops on yourself.rn

Happiness is perfume, you can't pour it on somebody else without getting a few drops on yourself.rn

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's read more

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do read more

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.

Happiness isn't a static thing; it's the quest for happiness that allows us to think we're happy, while we continue read more

Happiness isn't a static thing; it's the quest for happiness that allows us to think we're happy, while we continue to search for more.

Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.

Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.

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

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

To live happily is an inward power of the soul. -Aristotle.

To live happily is an inward power of the soul. -Aristotle.

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts,
and content with liberty, to despise all read more

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts,
and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
[Lat., Quid enim est melius quam memoria recte factorum, et
libertate contentum negligere humana?]