One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy.

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.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.

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

All those who suffer in the world do so because of their desire for their own happiness.

The right to the pursuit of happiness is nothing else than the right to disillusionment phrased in another way.

How to gain, how to keep, how to recover happiness is in fact for most men at all times the secret motive of all they do.

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

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

In every ill turn of fortune, the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy.

There is no happiness like that of a young couple in a little house they have built themselves in a place of beauty and solitude.

Human happiness never remains long in the same place.

Just to fill the hour—that is happiness.