But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
Happiness isn't a static thing; it's the quest for happiness that allows us to think we're happy, while we continue to search for more.
The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
The office of government is not to confer happiness, but to give men the opportunity to work out happiness for themselves.
Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the good and happiness of one another.
Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
In civilized life, where the happiness, and indeed almost the existence, of man depends so much upon the opinion of his fellow men, he is constantly acting a studied part.