For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

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.

All human joys are swift of wing,
For heaven doth so allot it;
That when you get read more

All human joys are swift of wing,
For heaven doth so allot it;
That when you get an easy thing,
You find you haven't got it.

In the midst of great joy, do not promise anyone anything. In the midst of great anger, do not answer read more

In the midst of great joy, do not promise anyone anything. In the midst of great anger, do not answer anyone 's letter.

I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.

I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire read more

The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach

Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.

Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.

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.