There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.

Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain.

Happiness is a state of the soul; a state in which our natures are full of the wine of an ancient youth, in which banquets last for ever, and roads lead everywhere, where all things are under the exuberant leadership of faith, hope, and charity.

Happiness is a mystery like religion, and it should never be rationalized.

Drink because you are happy, but never because you are miserable.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.