I'm not interested in observed reality.
I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.
I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.
Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.
Congenial labor is essence of happiness.
The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.
One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.
After debauches and orgies there always follows the moral hangover.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
To many, Homer may appear lazy and a loser, but he's just much misguided. He's boorish, sure, but well meaning and, I guess, the one thing we have in common is the pursuit of lousy diets.
The greatest use of your words is prayer. Talk to God about EVERYTHING, all the time. Maintain a running conversation.