Your joy is your own; your bitterness is your own. No one can share them with you.

When people are happy, they smile, but when they are sad, they look depressed.

The life of the poor is a constant struggle, but happy people always enjoy life.

What a joy it is to find just the right word for the right occasion!

Being cheerful keeps you healthy. It is slow death to be gloomy all the time.

Your will to live can sustain you when you are sick, but if you lose it, your last hope is gone.

One day four months later, when Emperor Artaxerxes was dining, I took the wine to him. He had never seen me look sad before,

so he asked, "Why are you looking so sad? You aren't sick, so it must be that you're unhappy." I was startled

I am bent over, I am crushed; I mourn all day long.

Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.

He took Peter, James, and John with him. Distress and anguish came over him,

and he said to them, "The sorrow in my heart is so great that it almost crushes me. Stay here and keep watch."

Thoughtless words can wound as deeply as any sword, but wisely spoken words can heal.

What a joy it is to find just the right word for the right occasion!

Kind words are like honey---sweet to the taste and good for your health.

An idea well-expressed is like a design of gold, set in silver.

Perfume and fragrant oils make you feel happier, but trouble shatters your peace of mind.

The Sovereign LORD has taught me what to say, so that I can strengthen the weary. Every morning he makes me eager to hear what he is going to teach me.

The LORD answered the angel with comforting words,

I wrote you with a greatly troubled and distressed heart and with many tears; my purpose was not to make you sad, but to make you realize how much I love you all.

It is enough that this person has been punished in this way by most of you.