Happiness is being married to your best friend.

Happiness is being married to your best friend.

Hold him alone truly fortunate who has ended his life in happy
well-being.

Hold him alone truly fortunate who has ended his life in happy
well-being.

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.

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.

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.]

Dance as though no one is watching you. Love as though you have never been hurt before. Sing as though read more

Dance as though no one is watching you. Love as though you have never been hurt before. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth.

We think a happy life consists in tranquility of mind.
[Lat., In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.]

We think a happy life consists in tranquility of mind.
[Lat., In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.]

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.

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.