I still have joy in the midst of these things. With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. The eye sees the open heaven, The heart is intoxicated with bliss.
Mirth is the sweet wine of human life.
It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God. Since Time is not a person we can overtake when he is gone, let us honor him with mirth and cheerfulness of heart while he is passing. All colors a suffusion from that light. There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness, but there is the discovery of joy. One joy scatters a hundred griefs.