Happiness and Joy

Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.

Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success.

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

I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me

Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.

Our happiness depends on wisdom all the way.

He who eats with most pleasure is he who least requires sauce.

The man who makes everything that leads to happiness depends upon himself, and not upon other men, has adopted the very best plan for living happily. This is the man of moderation, the man of manly character and of wisdom.

Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.

There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.

Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o’er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.

And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.

See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With Joy and Love triumphing.

Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred!

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o’er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind’s sway, That, hush’d in grim repose, expects his evening prey.

When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.

While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea.

Man’s happiness really lies in contentment.

All my joys to this are folly,

Resolve not to be poor: whatever you have, spend less. Poverty is a great enemy to human happiness; it certainly destroys liberty, and it makes some virtues impracticable, and others extremely difficult.