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If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier that other read more
If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier that other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.
The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.
The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
There is this difference between happiness and wisdom, that he that thinks himself the happiest man, really is so; but read more
There is this difference between happiness and wisdom, that he that thinks himself the happiest man, really is so; but he who thinks himself the wisest, is generally the greatest fool.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
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.
