Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

Happiness is not a matter of good fortune or worldly possessions. It's a mental attitude. It comes from appreciating what read more

Happiness is not a matter of good fortune or worldly possessions. It's a mental attitude. It comes from appreciating what we have, instead of being miserable about what we don't have. It's so simple—yet so hard for the human mind to comprehend.

Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to read more

Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is read more

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, read more

Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are

There is no point to samba if it doesn't make you smile.

There is no point to samba if it doesn't make you smile.

The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.
[Ger., Das beste Gluck, des Lebens schonste read more

The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.
[Ger., Das beste Gluck, des Lebens schonste Kraft
Ermattet endlich.]

'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;
His form was read more

'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;
His form was bent, and his gait was slow,
His long thin hair was white as snow,
But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye.
And he sang every night as he went to bed,
"Let us be happy down here below:
The living should live, though the dead be dead."
Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.