Happiness seems made to be shared.

There is only one passion, the passion for happiness.

The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.

Happiness is a by-product. You cannot pursue it by itself.

Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

Happiness does not consist in self-love.

Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.

To buy happiness is to sell soul.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

Happiness is composed of misfortunes avoided.

Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions it is the only one which includes in its dreams the happiness of someone else.

Satisfaction of one curiosity is one of the greatest sources of happiness in life.

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

We possess only the happiness we are able to understand.

How easy to be amiable in the midst of happiness and success.

If you have easy self-contentment, you might have a very, very cheap source of happiness.

To attain happiness in another world we need only to believe something, while to secure it in this world we must do something.

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

The right to happiness is fundamental.

Life everlasting in a state of happiness is the greatest desire of all men.