He is rich who owes nothing.

He is rich who owes nothing.

There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.

There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.

The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.

The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.

Happiness isn't a static thing; it's the quest for happiness that allows us to think we're happy, while we continue read more

Happiness isn't a static thing; it's the quest for happiness that allows us to think we're happy, while we continue to search for more.

Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you read more

Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can't love and respect yourself - no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are - completely; the good and the bad - and make changes as YOU see fit - not because you think someone else wants you to be different.

Many persons have the wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity read more

Many persons have the wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. read more

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?rn

'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.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.