Happiness and Joy

If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.

Money will not make you happy, and happy will not make you money.

We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Nota nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down onor to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

 

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; Tomorrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New Year; Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

 

It is better to be seventy years young than forty years old!

Heap on more wood!—the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.

‘God bless us every one!’ said Tiny Tim.

If you mean to keep as well as possible, the less you think about your health the better.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie. He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!”

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

The guests are met, the feast is set: May’st hear the merry din.

Ask yourself whether you are happy, and you cease to be so.

I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

 

There’s nothing worth the wear of winning,

The man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived in him, and he will certainly miss him.

My heart is like a singing bird.

The riders in a race do not stop short when they reach the goal. There is a little finishing canter before coming to a standstill. There is time to hear the kind voice of friends and to say to one’s self: “The work is done.” But just as one says that, the answer comes: “The race is over, but the work never is done while the power to work remains.” The canter that brings you to a standstill need not be only coming to rest. It cannot be, while you still live. For to live is to function. That is all there is in living.

 

Knowledge is happiness, because to have knowledge—broad, deep knowledge— is to know true ends from false, and lofty things from low.

A good time was had by all.

Into the company of love it all returns.

Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one has to do.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.