Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved… loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Next week shall begin my operations on my hat, on which you know my principal hopes of happiness depend.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
Your success and happiness lies in you. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulties.
You not to give way prematurely either to joy of grief. Happen what will, all is well if one only keeps one’s health; for happiness subsists—solely in the imagination.
Why does this magnificent applied science which saves work and makes life easier bring us so little happiness? The simple answer runs: Because we have not yet learned to make sensible use of it.