Every happiness is a hostage to fortune.
Happiness is a sunbeam, Which may pass through a thousand bosoms Without losing a particle of its original ray Nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, Like the converged light on a mirror, It reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.
There’s a miracle of friendship that dwells within the heart And you don???t know how it happens or where it gets its start But the happiness it brings you always gives a special lift Any you realize that friendship Is God???s most perfect gift.