The folly of endless consumerism sends us on a wild goose-chase for happiness through materialism.
To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness.
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.
If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.
The secret of happiness is this: let your interests be as wide as possible, and let your reactions to the things and persons that interest you be as far as possible friendly rather than hostile.
The secret to happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible.
Contempt for happiness is usually contempt for other people's happiness, and is an elegant disguise for hatred of the human race.
Happiness is a virtue, not its reward.
Happiness is mostly a by-product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.
One of the eternal truths is that happiness is created and developed in peace, and one of the eternal rights is the individual's right to live.
So long as we can lose any happiness, we possess some.
Happiness is working with Jack Lemmon.
Happiness is fleeting - I think that's the main lesson I have learned.
Lots of people I know have bootlegged tapes of performances and if they play it I will be transported back sometimes with happiness, sometimes with horror.
No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.
An institution or reform movement that is not selfish, must originate in the recognition of some evil that is adding to the sum of human suffering, or diminishing the sum of happiness.
That is how our marriage is working so well. My secret of happiness is keeping my contact to the minimum.
90%, 100% are going there to hear the singing. The story is another thing. Nobody's interested in the story. Happiness is happiness.
Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no, he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.
To be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread.
There is this difference between happiness and wisdom: he that thinks himself the happiest man, really is so; but he that thinks himself the wisest, is generally the greatest fool.
