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| Man cannot live without joy; therefore when he is deprived of true spiritual joys it is necessary that he become addicted to carnal pleasures | | St. Thomas Aquinas | |
| Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it. | | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
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| One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others. | | Robert A. Heinlein | |
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| Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of one's friend springs from his earnest counsel | | Bible | |
| Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! | | William Blake | |
| Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much | | William Shakespeare | |
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| The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is often greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment | | Samuel Johnson | |
| The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. | | William Blake | |
| There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go. | | Jean Paul Richter | |
| There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. | | Kahlil Gibran | |
| There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something. | | Henry Ford | |
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| Tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price | | William Shakespeare | |
| Two things I do value a lot, intimacy and the capacity for joy, didn't seem to be on anyone else's list. I felt like the stranger in a strange land, and decided I'd better not marry the natives. | | Richard Bach | |
| When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it. | | Lord Byron | |
