“Wish everyone happiness and you yourself will be happy.”

In life, you always have a choice. Whatever it touches: the choice of wardrobes, who you spend your time with, what gifts you give, what you believe in and what thoughts you focus on. Chaos is your choice. Anger is your choice.

Let’s always bloom, savor and delight others with our beauty.

Listen to your values, what really matters, and let them guide you.

Every day is a routine: you wake up, go to work or school, get tired, watch TV shows or read books, and then go to bed – and so on in a circle. Did you recognize yourself? It’s a shame because this is the wrong approach.

If you yourself shine, what is darkness to you?

You smell like there is no substitute for you, you smell so, again everything is next to me, not the same.

How wonderful our life is. One has only to realize this and surround yourself with the right people.

Every morning think about how to earn more and live better.

Sometimes we make the wrong choice, somewhere we deceive ourselves in matters of relationships, creating illusions, we are driven by something real.

Do not take everything from life, take only the good.

I just love photographing food more than eating it.

Every day you learn something new in order to understand life and find your place under the sun.

We’re in hustle and bustle as if chasing a shadow. We are in a hurry from pleasure to pleasure, But there comes a time of sobering up when there is no oblivion in pleasure.

Only the actions of a person speak about his personality and attitude towards you, do not believe the words, just observe and you will see the truth.

The heart is a beautiful garden that needs to be regularly cleaned of weeds, i.e. forgiving those who made you angry. This makes room for really good things.

Loneliness is still inevitable, it must be accepted as a part of yourself.

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.

Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.