There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.
Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.
I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.
What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
... there are spines to which the immobility of worship is not a strain.