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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.
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.
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 always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once read more
Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.
The really happy man never laughs - seldom - though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for read more
The really happy man never laughs - seldom - though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for laughter, like weeping, is a relief of mental tension - and the happy are not over strung.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and
the life he leads?
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and
the life he leads?
Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves.
We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves.
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.
