The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
So they speak soothingly about progress and the greatest possible happiness, forgetting that happiness is itself poisoned if the measure of suffering has not been fulfilled.
Sadness and gladness succeed each other.
Happiness comes fleetingly now and then to those who have learned to do without it, and to them only.
Unquestionably, it is possible to do without happiness; it is done involuntarily by nineteen-twentieths of mankind.
Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Why is it that so many people are afraid to admit that they are happy?
Those who are the most happy appear to know it the least; happiness is something that for the most part seems to mainly consist in not knowing it.
We are all happy, if we only knew it.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Happiness is a Swedish sunset; it is there for all, but most of us look the other way and lose it.
Paradise is exactly like where you are right now ... only much, much better.
Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee ... I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.
The major job was getting people to understand that they had something within their power that they could use.
Each moment in time we have it all, even when we think we don't.
Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.
Happiness is a rare plant that seldom takes root on earth-few ever enjoyed it, except for a brief period; the search after it is rarely rewarded by the discovery, but there is an admirable substitute for it... a contented spirit.
If all were gentle and contented as sheep, all would be as feeble and helpless.
The world of those who are happy is different from the world of those who are not.
