Derive happiness in oneself from a good day's work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

Happiness... consists in giving, and in serving others.

Off with you! You are a happy fellow, for you'll give happiness and joy to many other people. There is nothing better or greater than that!

There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do.

You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

Happiness is working with Jack Lemmon.

Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.

When you relinquish the desire to control your future, you can have more happiness.

Happiness is understanding that friendship is more precious than mere things, more precious than getting your own way, more precious than being in situations where true principles are not at stake.

It is one of my sources of happiness never to desire a knowledge of other people's business.

The British do not expect happiness. I had the impression, all the time that I lived there, that they do not want to be happy they want to be right.

Values are principles and ideas that bring meaning to the seemingly mundane experience of life. A meaningful life that ultimately brings happiness and pride requires you to respond to temptations as well as challenges with honor, dignity, and courage.

From their teenage years on, children are considerably more capable of causing parents unhappiness than bringing them happiness. That is one reason parents who rely on their children for happiness make both their children and themselves miserable.

But happiness is no respecter of persons.

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

Happiness and peace will come to earth only as the light of love and human compassion enter the souls of men.

The ultimate end of human acts is eudaimonia, happiness in the sense of living well, which all men desire all acts are but different means chosen to arrive at it.

I always seem to have a vague feeling that he is a Satan among musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back to happiness.