Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
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.]
It is a happiness to wonder; – it is a happiness to dream.
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.
I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.[Je ne suis pas fier, mais je suis heureux, et le bonheur aveugle, je crois, encore plus que la fierté.]
Human beings will be happier – not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again.
History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.
Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?[Mais qu’est-ce que le bonheur sinon le simple accord entre un être et l’existence qu’il mène?]
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.[On ne vous pardonne votre bonheur et vos succès que sivous consentez généreusement à les partager.]
