We cannot be happy if we expect to live all the time at the highest peak of intensity. Happiness is not a matter of intensity, but of balance and order and rhythm and harmony.

Happiness depends more on how life strikes you than on what happens.

If something makes you happy in this world, you should think of what will happen to you if that thing were taken away.

Happiness is to take up the struggle in the midst of the raging storm and not to pluck the lute in the moonlight or recite poetry among the blossoms.

I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I'd invented it, because it is very true.

We are never so happy nor so unhappy as we imagine.

We are never happy: we can only remember that we were so once.

The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.

Happiness comes from within, and rests most securely on simple goodness and clear conscience.

It may be that true happiness lies in the conviction that one has irremediably lost happiness. Then we can begin to move through life without hope or fear, capable of finally enjoying all the small pleasures, which are the most lasting.