Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. C. S. LEWIS, Out of the Silent Planet True pleasures are paid for in advance; false pleasures afterwards, with heavy and compound interest.

How little our libraries cost us as compared with our liquor cellars.

Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.

The world would be better and brighter if people were taught the duty of being happy as well as the happiness of doing their duty.

It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.

Many a blessing has been recognized too late.