He who would be happy should stay at home.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.

There is no greater disaster than not to know contentment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have given up considering happiness as relevant.

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