If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time.
It is not happiness until you capture it and store it out of the reach of time.
[T]he true secret of happiness lies in the taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life…
Cheerfulness is as natural to the heart of a man in strong health, as color to his cheek; and wherever there is habitual gloom, there must be either bad air, unwholesome food, improperly severe labor, or erring habits of life.
So often the shortest distance to happiness is the length of an about-face.
Looking back on a happy life, one realizes that one was not happy all the time.
Find a place where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
When a man has lost all happiness, he’s not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.