Happiness is a way station between too little and too much.
Happiness is a way station between too little and too much.
Happiness is a by-product of an effort to make someone else happy.
The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.
If you search the world for happiness, you may find it in the end, for the world is round and will lead you back to your door.
Happiness? That’s nothing more than health and a poor memory.
We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.
Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad.