We were on deck and all tossed our hats up in the air with joy. Some went overboard. Ship's horns blared in the harbor at Guam where we were. Then the officer of the day came on the ship's intercom and ordered no more throwing of hats, ... There was no more celebrating.

Taking joy in life is a woman's best cosmetic

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how

I have inspiration and feelings of being alive most every day I live. I call them part of the joy of living, and they are there for all of us.

The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish form our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill faith in times of despair.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days