But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

Albert Camus

In summer, the song sings itself.

William Carlos Williams

The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning.  She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul.

Theodore Dreiser

Nothing that is can pause or stay;

The moon will wax, the moon will wane,

The mist and cloud will turn to rain,

The rain and mist to cloud again,

Tomorrow be today.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow