Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

Money can not buy you happiness, but it can buy you a yacht big enough to pull up right alongside it.

Happiness is not something you experience it is something you remember.

Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is.

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.

The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.

To describe happiness is to diminish it.

Our happiness depends on wisdom all the way.

Happiness includes chiefly the idea of satisfaction after full honest effort. No one can possibly be satisfied and no one can be happy who feels that in some paramount affairs he failed to take up the challenge of life.

If you hope for happiness in the world, hope for it from God, and not from the world.

Desire is individual. Happiness is common.

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse.

Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.

Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.

People let their own hang-ups become the obstacles between them and personal happiness.

Unquestionably, it is possible to do without happiness it is done involuntarily by nineteen-twentieths of mankind.

Happiness is a virtue, not its reward.

Happiness is mostly a by-product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.