Some days the greatest blessing that God has for you is that warm smile on a strangers face.
May I allow God to use me to send that blessing to a stranger in need of that today.
Smiles are a grace to be shared humbly, not an entitlement coerced by demand.
Can pain ever disappear? It is not possible to ever smile. Smiling is never easy especially when sadness is always hidden. Can cry but what is the use when nobody understands anymore. It is only pain, which is so painful.
Mr. [John] Barrymore's smile was the smile of an actor who hates actors, and who knows that he is going to kill two or three before the play is over. I am not an actor-killer, but I like my Hamlets to dislike actors, if you know what I mean, and I think you don't.
(Robert Benchley (1889-1945), U.S. writer, humorist. The New Yorker (October 17, 1936). Benchley at the Theater, "Big Names," Ipswich Press (1985).)