People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.

Happiness is a delicate balance between what one is and what one has.

Happiness Makes Up in Height for What It Lacks in Length.

The happiest people seem to be those who have no particular reason for being happy except that they are so.

The happiness or unhappiness of men depends no less upon their dispositions than their fortunes.

Our own happiness ought not to be our main objective in life.

If we only wanted to be happy it would be easy; but we want to be happier than other people, which is almost always difficult, since we think them happier than they are.

Happiness is a way-station between too little and too much.

Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come.

Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.