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's 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.