Each year, one vicious habit rooted out, in time ought to make the worst man good.
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man's life is made up of nothing but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.
Habit, my friend, is practice long pursued, that at last becomes man himself.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.
The little wind that hardly shook The silver of the sleeping brook Blew the gold hair about her eyes,-- A mystery of mysteries. So he must often pause, and stoop, An all the wanton ringlets loop Behind her dainty ear--emprise Of slow event and many sighs.
Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got it all.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs? [Lat., Quid enim est melius quam memoria recte factorum, et libertate contentum negligere humana?]
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
He who finds thought that lets us penetrate even a little deeper into the eternal mystery of nature has been granted great grace. He who, in addition, experiences the recognition, sympathy, and help of the best minds of his times, had been given almost more happiness than one man can bear.
Happiness has many roots, but none more important than security.
Happiness is not a matter of good fortune or worldly possessions. It's a mental attitude. It comes from appreciating what we have, instead of being miserable about what we don't have. It's so simpleâyet so hard for the human mind to comprehend.
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.
The really happy man never laughs - seldom - though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for laughter, like weeping, is a relief of mental tension - and the happy are not over strung.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads.
Many people think that if they were only in some other place, or had some other job, they would be happy. Well, that is doubtful. So get as much happiness out of what you are doing as you can and don't put off being happy until some future date.
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.
Many persons have the wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.
Many search for happiness as we look for a hat we wear on our heads.
Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling. -Margaret Lee Runbeck.
Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.
Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who fears noises.