It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool’s paradise.[Лучше быть несчастным, но знать, чем счастливым и жить… в дураках.]
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
I don’t care about truth. I want some happiness.
How absurd to call youth the time of happiness – youth, the time of greatest vulnerability!
History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.
Chance is the first step you take, luck is what comes afterward.
Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
When the power of Jesus fails you, then you know you truly are s*** out of luck.
When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
When all mankind attains happiness then there will be no more time, for there’ll be no need of it.[Когда весь человек счастья достигнет, то времени больше не будет, потому что не надо.]
