That thou art happy owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience.

One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.

There is some shadow of delight and delicacy which smiles upon and flatters us even in the very lap of melancholy.

Happiness, I think, lies on the surface... when one plunges under the surface all the buoyant things disappear, and the farther down one gets the more cold and dark it seems: and the more oppressive space feels.

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.

No man is happy who does not think himself so.

The happy man is not he who seems thus to others, but who seems thus to himself.

It is not enough to be happy it is also necessary that others not be.

Happiness is indeed a Eurydice, vanishing as soon as gazed upon. It can exist only in acceptance, and succumbs as soon as it is laid claim to.