In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've never worked with a tail, that I can remember. But there's so much I can't remember.
Money will buy a pretty good dog, but it won't buy the wag of his tail.
Many of us spend half of our time wishing for things we could have if we didn't spend half our time wishing.
There comes a time in the affairs of man when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.
We must not lose hope. Hope is an anchor to the souls of men. Satan would have us cast away that anchor.
Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
If we could all just laugh at ourselves, in hard times or good times, it would be an incredible world.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.
The joys we expect are not so bright, nor the troubles so dark as we fancy they will be.
Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!