Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
—Shakespeare.
Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.—Song of Solomon 8:6.
Yet is there one more cursed than they all,
That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie,
Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall,
Turning all love's delight to misery,
Through fear of losing his felicity.
—Spenser.
Joy.—The very society of joy redoubles it; so that, whilst it lights upon my friend it rebounds upon myself, and the brighter his candle burns the more easily will it light mine.—South.
The joy resulting from the diffusion of blessings to all around us is the purest and sublimest that can ever enter the human mind, and can be conceived only by those who have experienced it. Next to the consolations of divine grace, it is the most sovereign balm to the miseries of life, both in him who is the object of it, and in him who exercises it.—Bishop Porteus.
Who partakes in another's joys is a more humane character than he who partakes in his griefs.—Lavater.
Joy is more divine than sorrow; for joy is bread, and sorrow is medicine.—Beecher.
Without kindness, there can be no true joy.—Carlyle.
Joy is an import; joy is an exchange;
Joy flies monopolists: it calls for two;
Rich fruit! Heaven planted! never pluck'd by one.
—Young.
Judgment.—How are we justly to determine in a world where there are no innocent ones to judge the guilty?—Madame de Genlis.