And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
The hair is the richest ornament of women.
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.
Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t'were his own.
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.
Men of the noblest dispositions think themselves happiest when others share their happiness with them.
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.
One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person.
Happiness is the only sanction of life; where happiness fails, existence remains a mad and lamentable experience.
Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.
The celebrated Galen said that employment was nature's physician. It is indeed so important to happiness that indolence is justly considered the parent of misery.
The real problem is not whether machines think, but whether men do.
Art is harmony. Harmony is the analogy of contrary and of similar elements of tone, of color and of line, conditioned by the dominate key, and under the influence of a particular light, in gay, calm, or sad combinations.
Hatred is self-punishment.
Hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Hatred is self-punishment.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead. [Lat., Quem metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit periisse expetit.]
For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward's revenge for being intimidated.
A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may be, is in itself nothing--makes nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it, everything is life depends upon the cock of the hat.' For how many men--we put it to your own experience, reader--have made their way through the thronging crowds that beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of their hats'? The cock's all."
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two blades, which bears the better temper, Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
In nothing do men more nearly approach the gods than in giving health to men. [Lat., Homines ad deos nulla re propius accedunt quam salutem hominibus dando.]
Our prayers should be for a sound mind in a healthy body. [Lat., Orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.]
Preserving the health by too strict a regimen is a worrisome malady.