True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one’s self, but the point is not only to get out you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.

Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.

If only we’d stop trying to be happy we’d have a pretty good time.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

You live in an eternity.  Be happy today.

Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.