Not joy but joylessness is the mother of debauchery.
My life is about ups and downs, great joys and great losses.
Joy is the essential and final ingredient of science fiction, the joy of discovery of newness.
We’re always experiencing joy or sadness. But there are lots of people who’ve closed down. And there are times in one’s life when one has to close down just to regroup.
We could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world.
There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.
Joy is a spiritual element that gives vicissitudes unity and significance.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature’s most beautiful gift.
I find ecstasy in living; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
He who binds to himself a joy, does the winged life destroy; but he who kisses the joy as it flies, lives in eternity’s sun rise.
Despite my solitary life, I have found infinite joy in books and writing, and am by far too much interested in the affairs of the world to quit the scene before Nature shall claim me.
