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

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.

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

There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will prevent me from being happy.

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.

I have given up considering happiness as relevant.

There is no greater disaster than not to know contentment.

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.

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

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 does not dwell in herds, nor yet in gold.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.