As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.
The living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!
The joy of surmounting obstacles that once seemed unremovable and pushing the frontier of accomplishment further-what other joy is there like it?
The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me. The touch of some hands is an impertinence. I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger-tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.
I have made my limitations tools of learning and true joy.
Certainly it is one of our sweetest experiences that when we are touched by some noble affection or pure joy, we remember the dead most tenderly, and feel more powerfully drawn to them.
Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.
Joy is a spiritual element that gives vicissitudes unity and significance.
What if in my waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing? ... Would the bow and string tension of life snap? Would the heart over weighted with sudden joy stop beating for very excess of happiness?
What is the use of such terrible diligence as many tire themselves out with, if they always postpone their exchange of smiles with Beauty and Joy to cling to irksome duties and relations?
As selfishness and complaint pervert and cloud the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision