Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements in life, when all we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
Happiness is the natural flower of duty.
Happiness is an occasional brief glance into how simple it all can be.
Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.
Give a man health and a course to steer, and he’ll never stop to trouble about whether he’s happy or not.
To be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread.
No matter how carefully you plan your life, in the end your happiness comes down to someone who one day just walked into it.
Sometimes we don’t find the thing that will make us happy because we can’t give up the thing that was supposed to.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?