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I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
Joy makes us giddy, dizzy.
[Ger., Die Freude macht drehend, wirblicht.]
Joy makes us giddy, dizzy.
[Ger., Die Freude macht drehend, wirblicht.]
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it read more
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunrise.
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but read more
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.
Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into read more
Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.
They all attain perfection When they find joy in their work.
They all attain perfection When they find joy in their work.
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.
An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
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An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping
As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping.
