Completeness? Happiness? These words don't come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me, particularly given my medical history.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Happiness is secured through virtue it is a good attained by man's own will.

You take away all the other luxuries in life, and if you can make someone smile and laugh, you have given the most special gift: happiness.

Happiness: a good bank account, a good cook, and a good digestion.

Happiness is your dentist telling you it won't hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill.

False happiness renders men stern and proud, and that happiness is never communicated. True happiness renders them kind and sensible, and that happiness is always shared.

Happiness isn't getting what you want, it's wanting what you got.

What's the use of happiness? It can't buy you money.

Although the skills aren't hard to learn, finding the happiness and finding the satisfaction and finding fulfillment in continuously serving somebody else something good to eat, is what makes a really good restaurant.