the law of happiness and practicing its use and service.

But what is the secret of happiness? How can we learn to be happy when
life has so much to make us sad? The praise of happiness does not take
away the fact of sorrow or solve its dark problem. There remain the
million aching hearts and all the griefs of a world. True. God forbid
that we should lose our sorrows; that were to make this a sad world
indeed. Our cares are but part of joy's curriculum. Learning their
lesson, bearing their load is essential to deep, lasting happiness.

It is not the life of the butterfly experience that is firm, calm,
serene in times of storm and stress. It is the life that by loads of
care has been forced to strike its roots down to the rocks. There are
some lives that seem to run over with a happiness that is full of
refreshing to all who know them, and these have come out of great
tribulation.

At first the multiplication table is a burden; later, when mastered, it
becomes a wonderful bearer of burdens. To wear a careworn, fretful
look, to go through life shedding misery, is to confess that we have
not learned our lesson, that we are dunces in life's school.

The secret of happiness is in grasping the significance of living, to
learn that we live for things other and higher than those mad follies
and fading prizes for which men sell their bodies and souls and fret
out their nerves and hearts. No man can be happy whose heart is set on
the changing fashion of things or who looks for satisfaction in things.

The lover is happy because he has discovered his prize and is
enthralled by a pursuit that makes all other things seem mean and