Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn read more

Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder."

Happiness is possible only when one is busy. The body must toil, the mind must be occupied, and the heart read more

Happiness is possible only when one is busy. The body must toil, the mind must be occupied, and the heart must be satisfied. Those who do good as opportunity offers are sowing seed all the time, and they need not doubt the harvest.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's read more

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

The plainer the dress, the greater luster does beauty appear.

The plainer the dress, the greater luster does beauty appear.

Heroism is accessible. Happiness is more difficult.

Heroism is accessible. Happiness is more difficult.

My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.

My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others,
And in their pleasure takes joy, read more

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others,
And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t'were his own.

'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.

The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition read more

The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.