Some of the people who we envy for having something we lack envy us for lacking something they have.
And I am forty-nine and getting old and soon it will be too late for all the things I know nothing of but which torment me in the middle of the night and here now in this place which is supposed to be a comfort and a solace. I am lonely and hungry and I have never breathed a word of this to anyone. Nobody knows or cares. I don't want anyone to know or care.
Conservatives are therefore fully justified in legitimizing their opposition to radical knowledge in terms of happiness: ultimately, knowledge makes us unhappy.
The pursuit of happiness is one of the most common symptoms of intellectual immaturity.
It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.
It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss; volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.
I don't have any gnawing guilt over contributing to any unhappiness suffered by my husbands. They were as much to blame as I was.