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• Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 249...
• Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
  -- Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (1564-1616)...
• Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one
  being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy....
• I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it.
  What I was given was the thing you can't earn, and can't keep, and often don't even recognize at the time...
• Oh joy! Oh rapture!
• RTFM: "The Joy of Sex.
• The sheer joy of living is wonderful.