When one has a famishing thirst for happiness, one is apt to gulp down diversions wherever they are offered.

There is only one honest impulse at the bottom of puritanism, and that is the impulse to punish the man with a superior capacity for happiness.

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.

Happiness (as the mathematicians might say) lies on a curve, and we approach it only by asymptote.

How sad a sight is human happiness to those whose thoughts can pierce beyond an hour!

That is happiness: to be dissolved into something complete and great.

Just to fill the hour—that is happiness.

Whatever the apparent cause of any riots may be, the real one is always want of happiness.

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.

The happiness of society is the end of government.

Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.

Happiness does not dwell in herds, nor yet in gold.