Happiness is often the result of being too busy to be miserable.
Happiness is not pleasure, it's victory.
Happiness seems to be the result of something happening â inactivity is not very exhilarating.
Happiness is the overcoming of not unknown obstacles toward a known goal.
Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.
Happiness is not always measured in smiles.
Happiness is acceptance.
Happiness is possible only when one is busy. The body must toil, the mind must be occupied, and the heart must be satisfied. Those who do good as opportunity offers are sowing seed all the time, and they need not doubt the harvest.
Happiness is an attitude of mind, born of the simple determination to be happy under all outward circumstances.
Happiness is an inside job.
Happiness isn't a static thing; it's the quest for happiness that allows us to think we're happy, while we continue to search for more.
Happiness is being married to your best friend.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.
Men of the noblest dispositions think themselves happiest when others share their happiness with them.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads.
Many people think that if they were only in some other place, or had some other job, they would be happy. Well, that is doubtful. So get as much happiness out of what you are doing as you can and don't put off being happy until some future date.
There is this difference between happiness and wisdom, that he that thinks himself the happiest man, really is so; but he who thinks himself the wisest, is generally the greatest fool.
The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.
Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.
One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person.
Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.
Many persons have the wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.
Many search for happiness as we look for a hat we wear on our heads.