A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

I find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something.

Those undeserved joys which come uncalled and make us more pleased than grateful are they that sing.

A wise man sings his joy in the closet of his heart.

If life on Planet Earth was really supposed to be a picnic, we would all have been born clutching gingham tablecloths.

To me there is in happiness an element of self-forgetfulness. You lose yourself in something outside yourself when you are happy; just as when you are desperately miserable you are intensely conscious of yourself, are a solid little lump of ego weighing a ton.

Happiness is a mystery like religion, and should never be rationalized.

As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.

It is an aspect of all happiness to suppose that we deserve it.