“It must not be supposed that happiness will demand many or great possessions; for self-sufficiency does not depend on excessive abundance, nor does moral conduct, and it is possible to perform noble deeds even without being ruler of land and sea: one can do virtuous acts with quite moderate resources. This may be clearly observed in experience: private citizens do not seem to be less but more given to doing virtuous actions than princes and potentates. It is sufficient then if moderate resources are forthcoming; for a life of virtuous activity will be essentially a happy life.” IfsMayDoeSelfSeemsActionHappinessGivenCan DoMoralSeaLandDependsCitizensActivityDemandResourcesDeedsPossessionNobleSufficientAbundanceHappy LifeVirtuousRulersModeratesLife HappinessSelf SufficiencySufficiencyForthcomingLand And SeaNoble Deeds Author:Aristotle
“A sense of duty pursues us ever. It is omnipresent, like the Deity. If we take to ourselves the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, duty performed or duty violated is still with us, for our happiness or our misery. If we say the darkness shall cover us, in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us.” IfsStillsLightHappinessMorningDarknessSeaDutyWingsMiseryObligationPursueDeities Book:Works: with a Biographical Memoir Source: Works: with a Biographical Memoir
“When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy; today they peer beyond the seven seas, bury themselves waist deep in tidings, and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.” PeopleInspirationalChildrenTodayHappinessComedySeaSevenHappyPeersTidyTidings Author:E. B. White
“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.” FeelingsHappinessSeaDangerousOne DayPerpetualTaxiCabMrs DallowayTaxi Cabs Book:Selected Works of Virginia Woolf Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf
“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.” IfsWayUseHandsRunningHappinessStarsWaterDarkFireSeaSingingRedWineWarmBeachSandSwimVirginsSighBellyJumpingReflectingFluidGlovesWay To LiveAll AloneRailroadsShortsDharma Bums Book:The Dharma Bums Source: The Dharma Bums