This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty read more

This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. . -George Bernard Shaw.

Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself

Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself

Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.

Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George read more

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to read more

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.

Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the read more

Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the pinion
When the wheel of time goes round.

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
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Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]