Pastoral Resources

A face is too slight a foundation for happiness.

There is nothing can pay one for that invaluable ignorance which is the companion of youth, those sanguine groundless hopes, and that lively vanity which makes all the happiness of life.

We hear of the wealth of nations, of the powers of production, of the demand and supply of markets, and we forget that these words mean no more, if they mean any thing, then the happiness, and the labor, and the necessities of men.

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.

It was physically difficult, adjusting to wheelchair life, but I remember a great relief and happiness that I was finally getting somewhere, finding musicians to work with that were sympathetic.

Happiness is within. It has nothing to do with how much applause you get or how many people praise you. Happiness comes when you believe that you have done something truly meaningful.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

The happiness of one's own heart alone cannot satisfy the soul; one must try to include, as necessary to one's own happiness, the happiness of others.

Life finds its purpose and fulfillment in the expansion of happiness.

What's the use of happiness? It can't buy you money.

Happiness is perfume, you can't pour it on somebody else without getting a few drops on yourself.

Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness.