Happiness is the greatest paradox in Nature. It can grow in any soil, live under any conditions. It defies
environment. It comes from within; it is the revelation of the depths of the inner life as light and heat proclaim
the sun from which they radiate. Happiness consists not of having, but of being; not of possessing, but of
enjoying. It is the warm glow of a heart at peace with itself. A martyr at the stake may have happiness that a
king on his throne might envy. Man is the creator of his own happiness; it is the aroma of a life lived in
harmony with high ideals. For what a man has, he may be dependent on others; what he is, rests with him
alone. What he obtains in life is but acquisition; what he attains, is growth. Happiness is the soul's joy in the
possession of the intangible. Absolute, perfect, continuous happiness in life, is impossible for the human. It
would mean the consummation of attainments, the individual consciousness of a perfectly fulfilled destiny.
Happiness is paradoxic because it may coexist with trial, sorrow and poverty. It is the gladness of the
heart,--rising superior to all conditions.