Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

Satisfaction of one's curiosity is one of the greatest sources of happiness in life.

Happiness is composed of misfortunes avoided.

Only man clogs his happiness with care destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

To buy happiness is to sell soul.

Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.

Happiness does not consist in self-love.

Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

Happiness is a by-product. You cannot pursue it by itself.

The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.

There is only one passion the passion for happiness.

Happiness seems made to be shared.

Happiness is mostly a by-product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.

Unquestionably it is possible to do without happiness it is done involuntarily by nineteen-twentieths of mankind.

People let their own hang-ups become the obstacles between them and personal happiness.

Happiness is like a cloud if you stare at it long enough it evaporates.

Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse.

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.

Desire is individual. Happiness is common.

If you hope for happiness in the world hope for it from God and not from the world.

Happiness includes chiefly the idea of satisfaction after full honest effort. No one can possibly be satisfied and no one can be happy who feels that in some paramount affairs he failed to take up the challenge of life.

Our happiness depends on wisdom all the way.

To describe happiness is to diminish it.