The secret to true happiness is a combination of low expectations and insensitivity.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Crying is cleansing. There is a reason for tears, happiness or sadness.

Success is getting and achieving what you want. Happiness is wanting and being content with what you get.

Just stop for a minute and you'll realize you are happy just being. I think it is the pursuit that screws up happiness. If we drop the pursuit, it is right here.

One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.

Oh, if I had been loved at the age of seventeen, what an idiot I would be today. Happiness is like smallpox: if you catch it too soon, it can completely ruin your constitution.

We are built to conquer environment, solve problems, achieve goals, and we find no real satisfaction or happiness in life without obstacles to conquer and goals to achieve.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Alas! if the principles of contentment are not within us, the height of station and worldly grandeur will as soon add a cubit to a man stature as to his happiness.

Happiness and virtue rest upon each other the best are not only the happiest, but the happiest are usually the best.

Tell him, on the contrary, that he needs, in the interest of his own happiness, to walk in the path of humility and self-control, and he will be indifferent, or even actively resentful.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.

People truly reaching across boundaries - be they religious or race, political or geographic. A state that is sincerely civil and respectful of each individual's pathway toward life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness will be our goal.

God children and their happiness are my reasons for being.

Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.

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.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

I really love being alive. I love my family and my work. I love the opportunity I have to do things. That is what happiness is.

Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.