In school I was pretty quiet. Kinda shy until my junior year. But at home I was a freak.

Happy happy Christmas that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

In this world without quiet corners there can be no easy escapes from history from hullabaloo from terrible unquiet fuss.

The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new so we must think anew and act anew.

Swedes are such a civilised perfect society - at least on the surface. There's a great safety net a huge middle class free education free health care. People are very polite they wait their turn. They're not too loud they're not too quiet but sometimes it's a little too perfect.

I find happiness comes from numerous sources in my life. Most often the happy moments I cherish most are quiet moments with my wife and family back home in Nova Scotia.

Sadness is a very interesting idea this idea of sadness being some kind of default setting that artists will go into. And then I started thinking about this idea of sadness and happiness and the idea that sadness is very loud and happiness is quiet.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp but which if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.

Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

Great events make me quiet and calm it is only trifles that irritate my nerves.