I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure frankly as a test of value.

How sad a sight is human happiness to those whose thoughts can pierce beyond an hour!

When one has a famishing thirst for happiness, one is apt to gulp down diversions wherever they are offered.

He who would be happy should stay at home.

Just to fill the hour—that is happiness.

How to gain, how to keep, how to recover happiness is in fact for most men at all times the secret motive of all they do.

I have given up considering happiness as relevant.

One is never as unhappy as one thinks, nor as happy as one hopes.

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.

Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.

Human happiness never remains long in the same place.

One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy.

Happiness (as the mathematicians might say) lies on a curve, and we approach it only by asymptote.