It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

Life could be limitless joy, if we would only take it for what it is, in the way it is given to us.

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one.

Hope, in its stronger forms, is a great deal more powerful stimulans to life than any sort of realized joy can ever be.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.