I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

Give your sorrow words. The grief that does not speak builds up softly in the heart, and bids it break.

Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra, Orazio, di quante non ne immagini la tua filosofia.

All's well that ends well.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.