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.

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.