What do I do? I am so sick of being alone. Not having someone else who can share my company. No one to go to when I’m alone or feeling down. Everyone else has had someone at one point. Felt the joy of another human’s touch. But not I. For I have yet to feel the warm embrace of the opposite sex. Still with no idea what a simple kiss is like. And yet there are others who partake in far greater bounties than I can ever imagine. Worse yet, they lack intelligence and haven’t the slightest idea what they have. They take things for granted and don’t have a care in the world. But it is all fine in the end. For there is an eternal balance to everything that happens. They may have their forbidden fruit, but it is that very thing that has poisoned their minds and made them oblivious to the truths of life. The hidden wonders that can only be learned over time. Between the two I prefer my scenario. I may miss out on wonderful bounties now, but they become available to everyone eventually. And I am very patient. Besides, by waiting just a little longer I can understand things now that will take them years to even think of. I count myself lucky. If not in society’s eye but in my eye. Because I know that in the future everything will work out for the better. Such is the way of things to always have a balance. One day I will be with that person. That one special someone to share my life and happiness with. So, what do I do? Well, I am going to wait. Not forever, but for that opportune time when I know I will be able to change everything. I will wait and endure the status quo to one day experience the balance. I have told you what I will do. Now, what will you do?
What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power in man, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.
What is the most profitable? Fellowship with the good. What is the worst thing in the world? The society of evil men. What is the greatest loss? Failure in one?s duty. Where is the greatest peace? In truth and righteousness. Who is the hero? The man who subdues his senses. Who is the best beloved? The faithful wife. What is wealth? Knowledge. What is the most perfect happiness? Staying at home.
When a man feels throbbing within him the power to do what he undertakes as well as it can possibly be done, and all of his faculties say "amen" to what he is doing, and give their unqualified approval to his efforts, - this is happiness, this is success.
When a man feels throbbing within him the power to do what he undertakes as well as it can possibly be done, and all of his faculties say amen to what he is doing, and give their unqualified approval to his efforts, - this is happiness, this is success.
When in the pursuit of happiness Obstacles cross our way, When all seems lost And there is a darkening of the day. Remember God in His heaven And it does not cost to call. We'll find despite our troubles We've been blessed after all.
When once a man has made celebrity necessary to his happiness, he has put it in the power of the weakest and most timorous malignity, if not to take away his satisfaction, at least to withhold it. His enemies may indulge their pride by airy negligence and gratify their malice by quiet neutrality.
When once a man has made celebrity necessary to his happiness, he has put it in the power of the weakest and most timourous malignity, if not to take away his satisfaction, at least to withhold it. His enemies may indulge their pride by airy negligence a
When we create something, we always create it first in a thought form. If we are basically positive in attitude, expecting and envisioning pleasure, satisfaction and happiness, we will attract and create people, situations, and events which conform to our positive expectations.
When we hate our enemies, we are giving them power over us: power over our sleep, our appetites, our blood pressure, our health, and our happiness. Our enemies would dance with joy if only they knew how they were worrying us, lacerating us, and getting even with us! Our hate is not hurting them at all, but our hate is turning our own days and nights into a hellish turmoil.
When we were told that by freedom we understood free enterprise, we did very little to dispel this monstrous falsehood. Wealth and economic well-being, we have asserted, are the fruits of freedom, while we should have been the first to know that this kind of happiness has been an unmixed blessing only in this country, and it is a minor blessing compared with the truly political freedoms, such as freedom of speech and thought, of assembly and association, even under the best conditions.