Quotes About Contentment

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure.

Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.

I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.

Umie? si? cieszy?. Ze wszystkiego. Nie oczekiwa?, ?e w przysz?o?ci zdarzy si? co?, co b?dzie prawdziwe. Mo?liwe bowiem, ?e prawdziwe przychodzi w?a?nie teraz, a w przysz?o?ci nic pi?kniejszego ju? nie nadejdzie

Bene vixit, bene qui latuit. (To live well is to live concealed.)

For such a career I lacked both endurance and inclination: the stress of ambition left me cold, while the Muse, the creative spirit, was forever urging on me that haven of leisure to which I'd always leaned. The poets of those days I cultivated and cherished: for me, bards were so many gods.

To live well is to live unnoticed. Bene qui latuit bene dixit.

As life goes on, don't you find that all you need is about two real friends, a regular supply of books, and a Peke?

My earnest hope is that the entire remainder of my existence will be one round of unruffled monotony.

It suddenly struck me so forcibly, one morning while I was having my bath, that I hadn't a worry on earth that I began to sing like a bally nightingale as I sploshed the sponge about. It seemed to me that everything was absolutely for the best in the best of all possible worlds.

Work, the hobby of the philosopher and the poor man's friend.

No sir, said Mr Molloy. I'm mighty sorry I can't meet you in any way, but the fact is I'm all fixed up in Oil. Oil's my dish. I began in Oil and I'll end up in Oil. I wouldn't be happy outside of Oil. Oh? said Mr Carmody, regarding this Human Sardine with as little open hostility as he could manage on the spur of the moment.

No, I am quite content with you, Bertie. By the way, I do dislike that name Bertie. I think I shall call you Harold. Yes, I am perfectly satisfied with you. You have many faults, of course. I shall be pointing some of them out when I am at leisure.

The true philosopher is a man who says All right, and goes to sleep in his armchair.

More and more clearly as the scones disappeared into his interior he saw that what the sensible man wanted was a wife and a home with scones like these always at his diposal.

It was one of those jolly, peaceful mornings that make a chappie wish he'd got a soul or something

The snail was on the wing and the lark on the thorn - or, rather, the other way around - and God was in His heaven and all right with the world. And presently the eyes closed, the muscles relaxed, the breathing became soft and regular, and sleep, which does something which has slipped my mind to the something sleeve of care, poured over me in a healing wave.

Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up.

Cosy Moments cannot be muzzled!

If there's one thing I like, it's a quiet life. I'm not one of those fellows who get all restless and depressed if things aren't happening to them all the time. You can't make it too placid for me. Give me regular meals, a good show with decent music every now and then, and one or two pals to totter round with, and I ask no more.

He was as completely happy as only a fluffy-minded old man with excellent health and a large income can be.

This whole business of jacking up the soul is one that varies according to what Jeeves calls the psychology of the individual, some being all for it, others not. You take me, for instance. I don't say I've got much of a soul, but, such as it is, I'm perfectly satisfied with the little chap. I don't want people fooling about with it. 'Leave it alone,' I say. 'Don't touch it. I like it the way it is.

His was a simple mind, able to amuse itself with simple things.

She wished that she had been content with one of the seats at the back. But Jane Hubbard had insisted on the front row. She always had a front-row seat at witch dances in Africa, and the thing had become a habit.