I'm easy like Sunday Morning.
Journey over, sorrowless, freed in every way, and with all bonds broken - for such a man there is no more distress.
Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!
I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world
My bag was as light as my happy-go-lucky heart.
I was much happier when I had less responsibility... when my only responsibility was to my work and to myself.
He carries well, to whom it waighes not. [He carries well, to whomit weighs not.]
I'm lucky - I don't feel any pressure.
I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd or wept; There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
Well, there's no monkey on my back.
A pure heart is one that is unencumbered, unworried, uncommitted and which does not want its own way about anything but which, rather, is submerged in the loving will of God.
I guess that's the oddest personality trait for me - I'm too dumb and naïve to ever really be nervous about anything. I just don't take it all that seriously. I'm much more happy to go home and lay on the couch and watch I Dream of Jeannie with my fiancée and our dog.
Think of the ills from which you are exempt.
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
