Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit. Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, be happy.
Martin Farquhar TupperMen scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Martin Farquhar Tupper