'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.

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have.

Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down read more

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.

Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.

Don't put the key of your happiness in someone elses pocket.

Don't put the key of your happiness in someone elses pocket.

Happiness seems made to be shared.
[Fr., Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage.]

Happiness seems made to be shared.
[Fr., Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage.]

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!