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

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

The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in read more

The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. -Victor Hugo.

Some of the greater things in life are unseen; that's why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or read more

Some of the greater things in life are unseen; that's why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream.

Did you ever see an unhappy horse? Did you ever see bird that had the blues? One reason why birds read more

Did you ever see an unhappy horse? Did you ever see bird that had the blues? One reason why birds and horses are not unhappy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, read more

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.

Believe me! The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!

Believe me! The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and read more

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any read more

One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any external influence. Moreover, that in that does happiness consist. Victor Hugo -Diogenes Laertius.

'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.