Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold, the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul. -Democritus.

Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold, the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul. -Democritus.

Did you ever see an unhappy horse? Did you ever see bird that had the blues? One reason why birds read more

Did you ever see an unhappy horse? Did you ever see bird that had the blues? One reason why birds and horses are not unhappy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.

Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.

Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.

Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to read more

Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.

Remember, happiness is a way of travel not a destination.

Remember, happiness is a way of travel not a destination.

If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier that other read more

If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier that other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.

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

The first recipe for happiness is: avoid too lengthy meditation on the past.

The first recipe for happiness is: avoid too lengthy meditation on the past.

'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.