I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.
The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak.
Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.