O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.

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

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

There is no greater disaster than not to know contentment.

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

The happy ending is our national belief.

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

One is never as unhappy as one thinks, nor as happy as one hopes.

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

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

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.