No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

Man's only true happiness is to live in hope of something to be won by him. Reverence something to be worshipped by him, and love something to be cherished by him, forever.

Happiness lies neither in vice nor in virtue but in the manner we appreciate the one and the other, and the choice we make pursuant to our individual organization.

Happiness is good health and a bad memory.

Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.

The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.

It is pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness poverty and wealth have both failed.

I have learned to seek my happiness by limiting my desires, rather than in attempting to satisfy them.