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.

It is not the place, nor the condition, but the mind alone that can make anyone happy or miserable.

It is not the place, nor the condition, but the mind alone that can make anyone happy or miserable.

To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our read more

To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. And number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. But think about it. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special.

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.

Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.

Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.

Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.

Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.

The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
Lives read more

The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
Lives the happy heart.

The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what read more

The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.

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.