To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. read more

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in read more

Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in life outside themselves and their personal happiness

There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of read more

There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of our heart
Come never back again!

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.

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.

Joy makes us giddy, dizzy.
[Ger., Die Freude macht drehend, wirblicht.]

Joy makes us giddy, dizzy.
[Ger., Die Freude macht drehend, wirblicht.]

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.

Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.