Worldly joy is like the songs which peasants sing, full of melodies and sweet airs.—Beecher.
Redundant joy, like a poor miser, beggar'd by his store.—Young.
We lose the peace of years when we hunt after the rapture of moments.—Bulwer-Lytton.
Joy is the best of wine.—George Eliot.
Joy in this world is like a rainbow, which in the morning only appears in the west, or towards the evening sky; but in the latter hours of day casts its triumphal arch over the east, or morning sky.—Richter.
Judgment.—The more one judges, the less one loves.—Balzac.
I mistrust the judgment of every man in a case in which his own wishes are concerned.—Wellington.
Judgment and reason have been grand jurymen since before Noah was a sailor.—Shakespeare.
A flippant, frivolous man may ridicule others, may controvert them, scorn them; but he who has any respect for himself seems to have renounced the right of thinking meanly of others.—Goethe.
In judging of others a man laboreth in vain, often erreth, and easily sinneth; but in judging and examining himself, he always laboreth fruitfully.—Thomas à Kempis.