Joy in life is like oil in a lamp.
When the oil commences to fail, the wick burns with a smouldering red flame, filling the air about it with thick smoke.
Life also, without a little joy, burns unprofitably, filling the air about it with depression and sadness.
Like opening a window to admit fresh air and sunshine
If every morning, by a resigned and simple prayer – by that quarter of an hour of meditation which only seems difficult when we do not practise it – we would open our hearts to God, as we open a window to admit air and sunshine, God would put there for the day that sweet, calm joy which elevates the soul, causes it to feel less the weight of sorrow, and makes it experience the desire of overflowing with kindness.
We are never so good as when we are the possessors of a joyful heart.
– From: Golden Grains, Eighth Edition, H.M. Gill and Son, Dublin 1889