He who finds thought that lets us penetrate even a little deeper
into the eternal mystery of nature has read more

He who finds thought that lets us penetrate even a little deeper
into the eternal mystery of nature has been granted great grace.
He who, in addition, experiences the recognition, sympathy, and
help of the best minds of his times, had been given almost more
happiness than one man can bear.

Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.

Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.

The only thing that will make you happy is being happy with who you are, and not who people think read more

The only thing that will make you happy is being happy with who you are, and not who people think you are.

If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;
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If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;
The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our bliss must flow,
And that dear hut,--our home.

The really happy man never laughs - seldom - though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for read more

The really happy man never laughs - seldom - though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for laughter, like weeping, is a relief of mental tension - and the happy are not over strung.

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was read more

I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can't earn, and can't keep, and often don't even recognize at the time; I mean joy. Mary Baker Eddy -Ursula K. LeGuin.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

'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.