The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and fears.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
We spend most of our lives working. So why do so few people have a good time doing it?
The secret of joy in work is contained in one word - excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
It is good to realize that if love and peace can prevail on earth, and if we can teach our children to honor nature's gifts, the joys and beauties of the outdoors will be here forever.
The only way to enjoy life is to work. Work is much more fun than fun.
When work is a pleasure, life is a joy! When work is duty, life is slavery.
A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow real poverty.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness;
Happiness ... lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy and moral stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits.
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.