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Life is fountain of joy; but where the rabble also gather to drink, all wells are poisoned.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 4, p. 124, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Zarathustra, in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Second Part, "On the Rabble," (1883).)
Money is a singular thing. It ranks with love as man's greatest source of joy. And with death as his greatest source of anxiety. Over all history it has oppressed nearly all people in one of two ways: either it has been abundant and very unreliable, or reliable and very scarce.
(John Kenneth Galbraith (b. 1908), U.S. economist. The Age of Uncertainty, ch. 6 (1977).)
You have many choices. You can choose forgiveness over revenge, joy over despair. You can choose action over apathy.... You hold the key to how well you make the emotional adjustment to your divorce and consequently how well your children will adapt.
(Stephanie Marston (20th century), U.S. parent educator, author. The Divorced Parent, ch. 3 (1994).)
The imagination is the spur of delights ... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?
(Marquis de Sade (1740-1814), French author. Dolmancé, "Dialogue the Third," Philosophy in the Bedroom (1795).)