Dance as though no one is watching you. Love as though you have never been hurt before. Sing as though read more

Dance as though no one is watching you. Love as though you have never been hurt before. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth.

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, read more

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.

The happiness of the domestic fireside is the first boon of Heaven; and it is well it is so, since read more

The happiness of the domestic fireside is the first boon of Heaven; and it is well it is so, since it is that which is the lot of the mass of mankind.

It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into read more

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.

It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness.

It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness.

An effort made for the happiness of others lifts above ourselves.

An effort made for the happiness of others lifts above ourselves.

The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.
[Ger., Das beste Gluck, des Lebens schonste read more

The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.
[Ger., Das beste Gluck, des Lebens schonste Kraft
Ermattet endlich.]

A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?

A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?

'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.