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

Human happiness never remains long in the same place.

I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure frankly as a test of value.

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

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

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

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

Happiness is not something you can catch and lock up in a vault like wealth. Happiness is nothing but everyday living seen through a veil.

There is no greater disaster than not to know contentment.

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

We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament and embrace it with passion if we want to be happy.

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

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